Soooooo . . . it's another one of those times. I get super busy being booked up on styling gigs for weeks straight and I end up abandoning you, my loyal readers. Thanks to those currently sending me friendly fire e-mails about bailin' on ya'll and pressuring me to get back to posting because you have no lunch break reading material.
But, I have not forgotten about you. I'm just busy (in the most unglamorous way possible because being busy just isn't . . . glamorous?) I would love to be all Oprah-esque right now and let you see "inside my home" to make me seem like a real person that's approachable and "just like you" (blah, blah blah)—but if I showed you what my space looks like right now, bad things might happen. Really bad things. Like . . . you might think I'm a hoarder. Of paperwork. And empty drinking glasses on my nightstand. And trinkets. And receipts. Receipts are friggin' EVERYWHERE.
Speaking of receipts . . . it's 9:44p.m. on April 15th and I still need to file a tax extension. Shhh. Don't tell my pops. He would be truly dissapointed in me.
So off I go, to try and beat the deadline. I've got some great things lined up for next week. See you then. Please?