While Fall brought us sequined minis, handbags and blazers, Spring appears to bringing the ‘quin in for our tootsies. From pumps to oxfords to flats and beyond, it seems that just about every style of shoe can get a dance recital makeover.

I have something to share with you. Something many of you don’t want to hear (ignorance is bliss, right?), but something you all need to hear. Something that goes against everything we’ve been taught our whole lives. Something that is going to rock your world. You ready for it?

Here’s a fact: there are few times in a day when I would pass up the temptation of something chocolate. Save for when I first wake up… er… scratch that. Let’s try this again: There is NEVER a time in the day – not even once, not even a half second – where I wouldn’t want something chocolate.

The number one reason I love the statement necklace: no effort required. In your most lazy moments you can throw on jeans, a white tee and a statement necklace and it looks like you put time and effort into your ‘fit instead of hitting snooze fifteen times.

The weather has been bat sh*t crazy. And totally unpredictable. Sort of like your emotions right around your period. And even though Thundersnow is a fun word to say (especially when said like this: THUNDERSNOOOOOW!!!!) the very cold truth is that actually walking around in Thundersnow is the opposite of fun.

There isn’t much to say about Sushi With My Girls. To be In The Know about it, is to read it. You will either agree that it’s pretty amazing or you’ll know someone who would agree it’s pretty amazing.

I love peanut butter. As in, please don’t judge me but I could sit in front of the TV with a spoon (or my finger?) and eat it like a bowl of ice cream. Or strawberries. If only peanut butter had the same fat and calories as strawberries. Then I’m certain all of life’s biggest problems would be solved.

I love skinny jeans just as much as the next person. They are great to tuck into boots. Great with long tunics. Great for so many things in my ‘drobe. But when I feel anything but? Skinny jeans… not such a fan.

We all know the total euphoria of finding a brand new must-have, I’m-totally-obsessed-with-that-since-I-saw-it-in-Glamour-and-checked-it-out-at-Sephora-and-it-made-my-skin-look-effing-flawless beauty product. I don’t care what anyone (boys) says, I stand my ground that these things can be life changing.

It’s cold outside. And while that didn’t phase us when we were freshmen parading drunkenly through the streets claiming it’s NOT even that cold (our purple lips pressed against the frozen top of our inconspicuous water bottles…), as time goes on we realize that gallivanting around town in freezing temps in a tank and a mini is clearly not an option. Come on, snotsicles look good on NO ONE.