A journal of my daily struggles and accomplishments whether it is my weight, exercise, motherhood, being a wife and a friend as well as my love of beautiful things, clothes, shoes and accessories
I love the holidays so much. All the sparkles, gifts, cocktails and PARTIES. The more the merrier! Holiday parties for us are feast or famine. We either have no opportunities for me to dance on tables, or there are not enough tables to hold me. Typically Brad tells me to pick 3, but this year, he must have been feeling festive, and we got to attend all the parties we could attend. We have a party protocol. Brad waits till the last minute to get dressed to stress me out which
Inevitably, Brad decides he needs to find something minutes before guests arrive. When he is searching, he pulls everything out a drawer or closet and then questions every item. I am the self-appointed procurement officer of the Fell residence, so I take issue when Brad questions my carefully hidden gems. Brad wants to know why we have a zucchini spiralizer when I do not cook and we do not eat zucchini noodles or why I have a collection of bags. Won't he be sorry when he need
