It’s almost November and I’m already yearning for summer. Days spent at the beach, cool ocean water, barbeques, cold beers, margaritas and ice cream sundaes to finish it all off.

Ugh, I’m like Cindy Lou-Who singing “Where Are You Summer?” as I’m wrapping myself in blankets and practically throwing myself into the fireplace.

If there’s one thing to miss about summer (aside from awesome tans, hot sand between my toes, svelte beach bodies, grillin’ and chillin’ and sundresses) it’s the awesome art happening on the beach!

No, I’m talking about the little babies that sit there unamused while mom and dad move the sand around or the five-year-old that keeps flinging sand all over my Gucci blanket! I’m talking about the sand-handlers that dazzle and wow beach passersby with their amazing sand castle art.

Take a look! Then we can cry and count down the days to summer again. Read More »

My obsession with bathing suits started a very long time ago. I still remember begging my mom for something new and neon every time we went to Target. Pool parties were better than Christmas, and I used to don a bikini to help Mom and Daddy wash the dishes (true story.) And then I grew boobs. And butt. And self-consciousness. Suddenly, the joy of putting on a bathing suit and eagerly anticipating super soakers, sprinklers, sand castles and snorkeling fins turned into anxiety about love handles, saggy elastic, way too much rear exposure and the horrors of anything that jiggles.

Well that’s bulls**t.

Bathing suits are supposed to be fun, flirty and cute. We wear them when we’re supposed to be having fun, not stressing because we’re not as surgically enhanced as the girl next to us or investing in last minute sarongs. With Spring Break steadfastly approaching, it’s time to check out the best bathing suits out there and re-vamp our ideas about swimsuit shopping.

So grab a trusted and honest friend, remove the necessary body hair and spray tan yourself silly (it seriously helps in dressing room fluorescents) and let’s shop. Read More »