Ever thought about collecting a piece of genuine USA Christmas history? Try out Shiny Brites!
As I’m writing this, it’s the 19th of December. Snow will soon be falling outside, and I’m baking several batches of chocolate chip and candy cane cookies- so all might seem well. In fact, my family even has our lovely holiday wreath hung up on the outside of the house, so our house looks positively …
Shelly Yosha is performing on December 23 at Pete’s Candy Store in Brooklyn. You need to check this out.
Admit it. When the barista at your frequented coffee shop greets you with a, “Hey, [insert name]. [Insert your drink order here],” you feel good. I know I do. It’s a medium coffee with milk, no sugar, just in case you were wondering. We all want to seem a bit more important; giving our inner …
Were you bullied? What did you do about it? Do the other girls hate you?
Kelley99 is a Seattle-based illustrator and “proud activist of the F-Word.” DIY badass with her own art tattooed all over her body, this punk princess is a full-time free spirit dreamer. Kelley sat down with Luna Luna to talk about art, Girl Power, and embracing the beautiful dichotomy that comes with being human.
Defining success is hard.
I have the same eye condition doctors think Emily Dickinson had. Not bragging or anything.
About a year ago, I was going through my stash of broken vintage jewelry and realized I had some earrings that were cool but were missing their partner, or didn’t feel right on my ears. I can’t wear clip-ons, only pierced and screw back earrings. I found some ring findings at Joann, got some extra …
She sick of being ashamed for being enamored of cute things. It’s not that she doesn’t WANT to be a real adult or woman, but she’d rather not run on the hamster wheel apologizing every time someone finds something about her to be odd.
Everyone has a safe place in their home. Maybe it’s under a pile of favorite blankets or scarfing down leftovers perched on your countertop. Lounging in a beige papasan chair or lying spread eagle in your hallway, doesn’t sound too shabby either. My safe place is the bathroom. The ladies’ room. The commode. The unmentionable. …
I nominate him to be the next Don Carlos. Yes, that’s right…the Producer/Rapper/Director/Actor/Author/Chess Champion of Wu Tang Clan fame RZA.
Shit happens. This seemingly angry post will surprise you.
With a little foresight and a flair for impeccable manners of a bygone era, you too can be a hostess that offers guests the ultimate party experience.
As we fumble through the prickly journey of life, it’s easy to become jaded-black hollow shells of what used to be glittery vessels of girlish optimism.