Trying Not To Care About Instagram
I’ve been having this struggle lately about Instagram. If any of you are bloggers, I assume you are as well.
When I first started on the app, I used it like an average person. . .posting heavily filtered selfies, food shots or anything I found interesting at that time. There were no planned layouts or color schemes or extreme hashtagging. It was just what I found interesting at that particular moment in time.
Millennial Pink is here and it’s here to stay.
Interestingly enough, when I was younger, I hated the color pink. I refused to wear it because I thought it was incredibly girly and I happily thought of myself as a tomboy. If I absolutely had to wear pink, it wouldn’t be a pastel pink. . .oh no. If I had to wear pink, it was a bright or neon pink, anything to differentiate myself from anything truly feminine.
Bella Vita Wine Bag
I’m almost too excited to share this with you guys so I’m just going to jump right in!
I’ve found the PERFECT bag for summer. Yes, you read that right. Perfect.
Not only is it beautifully nautical with gorgeous rope handles, it can hold TWO bottles of wine.
And by holding 2 bottles of wine, I don’t mean that you place two bottles of wine in the bag. No no no no no. I mean that you can pour two bottles of wine INTO the bag and, using the attached spout, bring it with you to all your summer activities!
NEW YORK WOMANI was born and raised in New Jersey, but New York was always my destination. I remember when I was a kid and anytime people would visit, my parents and I would always drive them into New York and show them all the tourist things, ending with a feisty dinner in Chinatown. When I was going to college in New Jersey, NYC was a quick 30 minute train ride away. During the summers on my days off, I would take the train into NYC, armed with a fully charged iPod, and walk from 34th street to Central Park, letting my music create a soundtrack to the city.
I have never been a fan of working out. I’m still not really a fan of working out. Sweating, being out of breath, all of that. . .nope nope nope.
The only time I can actually work out is if I go with a partner to a group class or to yoga. If I were to go to the gym by myself, I’d probably just end up walking slowly on the treadmill for thirty minutes while watching an episode of Friends (and not breaking a sweat).