Freaks! These pictures were snapped while traipsing around the soon-to-open Vagabond Hotel in the MiMo District. I’m living for this jumpsuit because bras are totally overrated and as for that clutch, Jeremy Scott is killing it (killing it!) now that he’s Creative Director at Moschino.
Soon after these were snapped — bam! — I was hit with a totally gnarly cold. By day six of said Ebola Outbreak (at this juncture the husband and son were coughing up grotesque green slime boogies to rival the size of Kim Kardashian’s engagement ring), my complexion was so channeling Casper the Friendly Ghost… and — clack! — it occurred to me that the only cure to kick the cold was a solid spray tan.
Yes, a spray tan.
Heck, the antibiotics and NyQuil weren’t working their medicinal magic. Same goes for the copious Emergen-C fizzy tablets. And yes, I gargled sea-salt solutions and imbibed fresh-ginger teas. I slathered Vicks vapor rub all over my heaving chest. I prayed to Jesus. I lit a candle. And upon staring at my unsightly swollen nose and Edward Cullen-esque complexion, something had to be done. Thus, the spray tan at Elle Air Salon in Surfside, Florida.
And the nanosecond that South Seas bronzing solution was sprayed on — poof! — I felt better. I can best describe this unlikely cure to osmosis — as in, the healthy glow on my body was somehow getting absorbed inside my spirit and soul. I’m serious!
Also lifting my sunken spirits was this extremely flattering CBS piece which named this very blog amongst “Top Bloggers in South Florida.” Between that honor and my golden tan, I’m back to feeling like my spunky, sassy self.