Which, unless she is chewing on your fingers or toes (or pant leg or sleeve), is very cute.
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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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2009
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February
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- Bon weekend everyone!
- Tulip doing what she does best: CHEW
- Memo to Tulip: We don't eat beads. Or chicken!
- Puppies like to wake up early. Me? Not so much.
- Home
- Nastia Liukin + BCBG = beautiful
- Happy Monday!
- Hope all the celebs make it work!
- Tomorrow
- Gimme an L!
- An open letter
- Happy Monday
- Exciting days ahead
- Confidence, trust, respect, etc.
- Red + White
- I tweet you
- A sigh of satisfaction
- January passes to February
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February
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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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