Things that I love in the sunshine

With summer around the bend and teases of it's glorious weather I have decided to put together some things I love that the summer represents.

flowers - when i walk down my street in the summer it smells of beautiful roses, peonys, lilacs and other flowers. It's heaven

an ice cold beer- and to go along with my ice cold beer, out door seating

dresses, dresses, dresses- whether it be short or long a dress is the easiest way to feel good in the summer.

smiles- the warm weather always brings out the best in people

flip flops- when you wanna go barefoot but you live in the city, this is second best

a sun glow- or a tan to most.

braids- i love putting my hair in a braid or two, and in summer it's so easy and can be glamorous at the same time.

colors- although i wear black and white to work- summer allows you to work with all sorts of colors be it clothing or make up

love- even though love is all year round, summer is the most fun time to have it!!

One door closes another opens

I work for a salon in NYC that has two locations, we just found out yesterday that we are closing the location I mostly work at. Although this is sad, I have always felt that when one door closes another opens. NYC is always booming with activity and there is room to grow all over. In a place like this you can really flourish and no matter which door is closing there is always something on the other side. I will be transported to the downtown location where I started. It's nice, it feels like coming home in a way. I've never worried in New York, even when out of a job I've always figured it out. there is always something.

I've learned keep your head high, fake it till you make it, never doubt yourself, and when one door closes another always opens.

In honor of Mom

rain in nyc

I swear no matter it a drizzle or a down pour NYC turns into a mad house in the rain. It's like people forget how to walk/drive and be courteous (not that nyers are known for being courteous anyways). People will frequently bash you with their umbrella, slam doors in your face and push you to get into a subway, filled or not. I would like to address a letter to nyers.
Dear people of New York,
It's just rain, unless you are the Wicked Witch of the West, it won't hurt you.
Love,
Kaytee