Last week, fellow Houston blogger Chiara invited me to hang out at her place. We had donuts, tea and posed for an unplanned photo-shoot (we also made a mini video that is still being edited!). All of this definitely cheered me up considering I had been struck with some sudden sad news about my pup (by the way, thank you to everyone who texted me and sent me comforting messages. Even though we don’t have our pup with us anymore we are calm knowing he left peacefully). On a lighter note, thanks for the great time Chiara! (Photos by: DAKMPA)
I’m as a girly as it gets: I cry in all the rom-coms, love glitter and pink is one of my staple colors. I’m actually getting a little sad that all my floral items in my summer wardrobe might become obsolete once fall rolls around. I think that as long as it’s hot in Houston I shouldn’t transition into “fall” clothing and let me tell you why. Growing up in Tegucigalpa, Honduras we had no seasons so we didn’t dress differently throughout the year; I wore breezy dresses and shorts year-round. The most different thing you would do was buy a cardigan for those chilly nights in December at 60 degrees outside! I never even owned a pair of “cold-weather boots” until I moved to Houston and experienced my first winter.