That’s amore

Wishing I was back in Italy eating the freshest of the fresh. There really is nothing else like it in the world! But maybe I’m biased. My mom is Puerto Rican and Cuban and my dad is Italian. I had been raised primarily in an Italian household. My grandmother is a very small Italian woman born and raised in Brooklyn. Italian culture, food, and soul flow through my veins and I truly felt like I was home here.

Fino a quando ci incontreremo di nuovo, amore mio.


New York I love you, but you're bringing me down

I have such a love hate relationship with New York. My whole family is from Brooklyn and as a child I was immersed in New York life quite a bit. When I was in my teens, it was an escape from the very small beach town that I grew up in. I would take the NJ Transit to Penn Station and wander through Chealsea Market, the Highline, and the Lower East Side where I would eventually become a member of Conartist Collective on Ludlow Street. I would wander the city for hours on end, in and out of the cracks of forgotten Manhattan, looking for anything and everything. As I got older and moved to Boston, my days in the city were limited to a few times a year.

While I was in college, my father finally got to live his dream of being able to walk to work after 30 something years commuting to and from the city to Jersey. He rented a small studio apartment in the Seaport and kept it for about 3 years. The few times a year I go, it was usually to the apartment. A safe space in the chaos that I so often lusted after.

I now find the city to be an overwhelming and intimidating place. I don’t know if its buried trauma from being a little kid during 9/11 and being in school with kids who lost parents, uncles, aunts, and cousins and seeing smoke across the water every time I would drive over the Sandy Hook bridge. Maybe it’s rooted in the trauma from the Boston Bombings in 2013, my first year away from home and my family, suddenly reliving the fear and uncertainty of 2001. Maybe (probably) it’s my anxiety.

New York is a magical place the first and last time you’ll ever walk those streets. It lives in your bones and you’ll never forget it. It’s a cruel and welcoming place at the same time. New York, I love you, but you’re bringing me down.


My Fella, My Guy

Amy and Blake, Sid and Nancy, Bonnie and Clyde, Bob and Linda, Johnny and June, Ron and Sam. Out of all of these we are probably Bob and Linda from Bob’s Burgers, but I’d like to think we’re as infamous as the rest. Mike came into my life at the most amazing time and two years on we’re more in love than ever. This is just a Mike appreciation post, I love him very much.


Chetah Gal

This type of look is a go-to for me for a night out. High waisted jeans, tall boots or booties, a tucked blouse, and a leather jacket. Chic, comfortable, and timeless. You can even dress it up with jewelry or heels, maybe a sequin blazer.

I have naturally curly and frizzy, very thick hair. Even as a hairstylist (in training), I find it difficult to blow out my own hair. When I want my hair to embody Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show hair, I turn to my Babyliss 1 1/4 inch curling iron. I can take it over my natural hair and it still looks shiny and smooth, with the right products of course.

Shirt: ASOS Curve

Pants: New Look

Boots: Torrid

Jacket: Primark

Earrings: H&M

My earrings are hard to see, but I love them! They’re about 2 inches of a simple, thin gold chain with a tiny, little fake diamond at the end. They are so subtle and classic and, as with this outfit, can be dressed up or down!


You're a Wizard

Throwing it way back to London in 2015!

While I was abroad in Scotland, I had gone to visit a friend who was studying in London. Out of all of the history and culture, platform 9 3/4 was first of three on my list to see. They provided me with a Gryffindor scarf, but I am loudly and proudly Slytherin.

As I was posing for this picture, I felt like second grade me seeing Harry Potter for the first time. It was an actual dream come true. If you are a Harry Potter fan and have the opportunity to go to London, make sure you head to Kings Cross Station and run directly into the wall at Platform 9 3/4.

Expecto patronum


A Day in New Hampshire

This fall, Mike and I took a ride up to New Hampshire one Sunday. On a street corner in the middle of the mountains was a farm stand selling fresh seasonal fruits and vegetables. Do you see the size of those carrots? That potato? The corn sweet and crisp. These were, hands down, some of the best farmstead veggies I had ever gotten. I used most of the content of this box to make an Irish beef and Guinness stew.

Recipe to come.

  • Shirt: Walmart
  • Leggings: Torrid
  • Shoes: Nike
  • Sunglasses: Warby Parker
  • Shirt: Vans
  • Shorts: Amazon
  • Shoes: Nike
  • Hat: Richardson
  • Sunglasses: Amazon

Growing up in New Jersey with a family primarily from Brooklyn, going to the mountains wasn’t really a thing. We didn’t ski, we didn’t do any other winter sports so we never made the trip. It wasn’t until I met Mike that I went up to the mountains in New England for the first time. At first I was nervous and skeptical (ridiculous I know). I soon fell in love with the peaceful and airy surroundings and the views that go on for miles and miles. Now, I’m the one poking Mike begging to take a drive up there, especially in the fall. The Kancamangus Highway and Mohawk Trail two of our favorite spots to cruise on a sunny Sunday.


there's always time for a cannoli

I escaped today for about an hour for the first time in days. The weather was beautiful, the city was quiet, and who doesn’t love an excuse to dress up and get a cannoli from Mike’s Pastry? This is one of my absolute favorite dresses. It has the slightest bit of weight to the fabric, perfect for the days when we’re not sure what the weather is going to do. I paired this perfect dress from ASOS with a belt around the waist and white leather booties, both from Torrid.

wooly wonderland

This fall, I was lucky enough to travel back to Ireland for a week. It was so amazing seeing a different part of the country from when I was last there. The Irish are such wonderfully kind and welcoming people and are always down for a pint and chips. I dream about the day I’ll return once more to this beautiful fairy glen of a country.

I could not have gotten luckier the day I went to the Cliffs of Moher. The sun was shining and the wind and sea were calm.

We stayed at the Brook Lane Hotel in Kenmare, about a 10 minute walk to the downtown. The staff was extremely knowledgable and gave amazing recommendations of sights and activities. This was truly a trip to remember.