If I can muster up any allure in my life, at this stage, I wouldn't mind doing that.

Hey, a disclaimer about me: I’m rude.

Why wear white? It's like, forget about dropping something on it. I don't understand how anybody wears white.

Later, when you're grown up, you realize you never really get to hang out with your family. You pretty much have only eighteen years to spend with them full time, and that's it.

I think that when you're 5'4" and 150 pounds and you love to chat and you have a blog about shopping, trying to maintain a tiny bit of mystery where you possibly can is not a bad thing.

If I'm going to be a mess, I might as well be a hot mess, right?

I'm not into red carpet looks where it's clear the woman wanted to look like a pretty, pretty princess.