Annie and I met 31 years ago when she moved to my town.  Our moms set us up on a play date, and although there wasn't an instant connection, the friendship that shortly blossomed has stood the test of time. We have seen each other through break-ups, make-ups, college, a move to Los Angeles together, marriages, the birth of my son, a divorce, and many, many other things.   It is our honesty, candor, and ability to laugh hysterically with, and at one another that I cherish the most. Everyone should have at least one friendship like ours.

It was such a beautiful day celebrating Annie and preparing her for the arrival of her new baby boy!
Here are a few pictures of the day.

XO,
EE

I am the kind of girl that when vacationing I like sun, sand, and frosty beverages.  Somehow while trying to plan a wintery escape we ended up booking Paris over Memorial Day, but I am so glad we did.  Even rainy and humid, I fell in Love with the City of Lights, and can not wait to return.   

Having been cursed with extremely curly/ frizzy hair, I have never been able to be daring with my cuts. Always keeping my hair fairly long with the exception of the time I donated my hair to Locks for Love, but even so, it was still slightly above my shoulders.  I have toyed with the idea of a pixie cut, or a long bob, but I fear I would end up looking like a lost member of the Jackson five rather than Twiggy.  That being said, I have never been afraid to play with color.  I have been Brown, Black, Blonde, Highlighted, Magenta, Red and for the past few years ombre'.  It really started by accident.  Once I had my son and my free time was not as abundant as it once was, I was unable to make my monthly trips to the salon to get highlighted.  I began dying my roots as the highlights grew out.  I was in desperate need of a hair cut and went to a new Salon that offered the ombre' look!  I was excited to have a professional execute a look I had been pulling off for months.  What did I get? A one process black hair color.  Nary a highlight, let alone the gradient ombre' look.  Again, I tried a professional, but this time, I ended up looking like the love child of Tony The Tiger and Ginger Spice.  Orange and yellow stripes right to the root, again no ombre'!  A full fledged debacle.  I could not be seen with this hair.  I had events to attend... I could not have this hair live in infamy through photographs.  I took my hair new hair don't to Sally's Beauty Supply and pleaded for help. Within 25 Minutes I had new root color, toners, conditioners for over processing, and new techniques to execute the exact look I was going for.  I think it turned out ok.  Thank you, thank you, thank you to the ladies at Sally Beauty Supply, Providence Highway in Dedham, MA!  

    I have one quest in life.  It all started Red Sox Opening Day 2002.  We were living in a post 9/11 world where no one was able to carry purses and bags into crowded theaters, arenas or ball parks.  There I was with nothing more than some cash, my ID, and a bank card. Somewhere after the National Anthem (and my first beer), I realized my lips were not properly moisturized… nary a gloss to be found.  How could I be so careless?  I entered into a four hour commitment and didn’t bring a single gloss?  Not even a balm?  Seriously!?
When asked the question ‘If you were stranded on a desert island what one item would you bring?’ without hesitation I would always shout “LIP GLOSS!”  Really, a no-brainer if you ask me. 
The innings crawled by in what seemed like an eternity. With my lips dehydrated and peeling, I vowed to not only EVER be without gloss, but to find the dewiest, glossiest, overall best lip treatment on the market.  In my own personal Quest for the Holy Grail, these are a few that I simply can’t live without:

Ever since I can remember I have had nothing but disdain for winter. I have lived most of my life in the northeast with torturous winters that last approximately 7 months; while the more fun, way cooler seasons are squished into the remaining 5. I get depressed, I bitch, I moan, I shop.  Of course spring, summer and fall offer sexier more attractive alternatives to attire, winter contributes layers and bulk.  That being said, as I have gotten older I have embraced cold weather fashion, and (dare I say) more practical, warm appropriate clothing.