The morning, as we all know, is that vital time that sets the tone for our day ahead.
One of our favorite quotes about courage comes from Theodore Roosevelt, who so famously said, “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.
The middle of winter is a time when it can be easy to forget about our bodies and the vital role they play in our lives. Somewhere in the chilly mix of it all we can find ourselves reverting to unhealthy habits, not realizing the great potential this season has for rejuvenation and healing.
It’s that time again! The Golden Globes have come and gone, the Academy Award Nominations were announced just yesterday, and there’s a healthy lineup of celebrations from the SAG Awards to the Grammys still in our sights.
Tis the season to get your act together. You know, that whole “New Year, New You” thing that everyone talks about? Well, in my humble opinion, much of the art of decluttering your mind stems from decluttering your space – your sanctuary à la casa.
About a month ago, I had the pleasure of having dinner with a group of friends (courtesy of the planning prowess of my sweet Jess & her hubby Ben), where I met their longtime pal, Michael Bublé.
The Cook’s Atelier is a magical place (think epicurean perfection x French-y wine shop by way of Beaune) created by mother-daughter duo American expats, Marjorie Taylor and Kendall Smith Franchini.
I think it’s safe to say that we all fall in love a little bit everyday. Be it with your partner, your crush, even a person in passing that energetically makes your heart go pitter pat.
For the love of decor. And, if you ask Jenn Schleich, she may also add: writing, design, and chocolate. Because she loves all of ‘em. Clearly, she’s a gal after our own hearts. With spring cleaning right around the corner, we asked Jenn to indulge us with some tips on how to give our space some extra panache for 2016.
When I recently attended a charity event, I had the maaaay-jah pleasure of listening to Nikki Yanofsky scat her heart out. What was left of it, she sang the bejeezus out of, leaving me absolutely unequivocally star struck.