Celebrate Everything

hap·pi·ness
ˈhapēnəs/
noun the state of being happy (also known as one's inability to grow up).

Be happy. Celebrate everything*. Celebrate your life, your home, your family, your friends, your work, your food, your pets, your beautiful body, your city, your neighbors. Celebrate your problems because without them you wouldn't grow as a person. Celebrate your broken heart because now you've developed enough compassion to realize that we are all fighting a hard battle. Celebrate that husband, boyfriend, lover that got away because love when not reciprocated will flow back and soften and purify the heart. Celebrate everything, but most importantly, celebrate YOURSELF. 

Thank you to the beautiful stranger in Washington Square Park that somehow got involved in the awkward rapidly turned awesome experience of taking pictures to a complete crazy stranger wearing a fury Michael Kors jacket and American Apparel disco pants (have you noticed how many times I have worn these pants in this blog?) 

*Thank you secret male collaborator #1 for the where-the-hell-are-you-guayaba? e-mail. Thanks to people like you I keep this crazy project called The Guayaba Project alive. 

Peace and Love to all,

Gloria

Times Square

Times Square, those 10 or so blocks packed with cheesy souvenirs and smiley tourists. The perfect place for people watching, specially when you are the one using one of the busiest sidewalks of New York City as your personal boudoir.

Have a great week and see you soon (if you've been reading my blog, you'll know that I still have to pay a visit to the ophthalmologist, my eyes are literally 8 inches away from my screen. Retro-glasses, here I come!) 

Holister t-shirt, Madewell Jeans, Michael Kors Chastity Belt :), Shoes, stolen from a friend after she couldn't fit in them any more  (apparently after pregnancy your feet grow one full number, luckily for me I was born with a very standard size 7, not too big or too small, and if needed my toes expand or contract to fit any shoe. Pregnant ladies out there with cool looking shoes, don't forget about me), Coach bag, Germs on the filthy sidewalk and all over my hands and butt by the entire world.