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Emily LaRene. Southern belle. New Orleanian. Raised all around the country. NYU BFA + Tulane MBA. Fireworks. Fireflies. Pink peonies. High heels. Ballet flats. Strawberry jam. Tulip. Dreamer.
My Memoirs
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2008
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December
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- Merry Christmas
- Winter Weather Advisory for Ohio
- A Sunday night cocktail
- Friday and a sigh of relief
- It's Christmas time in the city
- Yes, I'll hold
- Time flies...
- The best gifts of all
- Holy cow!
- A snowfall extravaganza
- I'm dreaming of a white Christmas
- Wait - what?
- Lessons
- 'Tis the season
- The grass here is plenty green
- I heart Stuart Little, but don't want to live with...
- A very special occasion
- Back on track
- Happy 200th Post!
- It was such a let down...
- #1 on the wishlist
- Oh yes, it's December!
- Elvis Aaron Presley, Too
- Where to even begin?
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December
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Turning 30? I don’t feel nervous or self-conscious anymore, I don’t feel scared to have an idea & express it. I'm giddy because it’s a complete transformation. I’ve found my voice
Tulip
People universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck or something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather. That's not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it.
Elizabeth Gilbert
Eat, Pray, Love
Elizabeth Gilbert
Eat, Pray, Love
My Family!
Currently Reading:
- The 1000+ items currently in my Google Reader
- The Economist
New Orleans Treasures
These are a Few of My Favorite Things:
- Anderson, Dukan, & Kirsch
- Antique silver
- Candles
- Clipboards
- Commander's Palace
- Connecticut
- Detroit Institute of Arts
- Engraved stationary
- International Center of Photography
- Kissing
- Magazine Street
- Manicures
- New Orleans Museum of Art
- Pilates
- Rainy New Orleans afternoons
- Twinkly lights
- Waldorf-Astoria
- Yoga
- Yountville, CA
Of Interest:
“Between Austria and Italy, there is a section of the Alps called the Semmering. It is an impossibly steep, very high part of the mountains. They built a train track over these Alps to connect Vienna and Venice. They built these tracks even before there was a train in existence that could make the trip. They built it because they knew some day, the train would come.” – Under The Tuscan Sun
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