See-Thru my eyes

I have a very small TV that I hardly use, the truth is: I hate watching TV. I'm a cheap'o so I don't pay for any premium channels. I've never had HBO (Sex and the City became available to me when channel 11 started showing it at 10pm every night), Cinemax, or even Netflix. I miss all the fun series and I'm always left out of any pop culture related conversations. For me Breaking Bad is just a term for a severe heart ache and The Sopranos are still Pavarotti, José Carreras and Plácido Domingo -oh wait, they were The Tenors, oh well, close enough. Yet, last night as consequence of extreme boredom I turned on the TV. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary, you know the usual: a politician here and there getting caught smoking weed (O.M.G!), Miley's scandals (I love her), and a whole fifteen minutes section on an entertainment show about see thru dresses. Wait, what? Seriously? Finally my see thru black dress isn't going to the "most vulgar in town" list? Oh Gwyneth, you rock! 

CoCo took these pictures of me some weeks ago when the weather was decent and I was still living in Jersey City (I recently moved to Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love (uhum)....more about that on a later post) and they seemed perfect for the occasion. The occasion being "Go commando or die". I chose a slightly less provocative -and less comfortable- approach (I wouldn't scare you with a commando picture of my butt. Cellulite and I have been frenemies for years). 

Hope you are all doing fine, please don't watch too much TV, call your mom instead, or call me what the heck, I never answer the phone (I hate phones too) but I promise I'll meet you for coffee, or even better wine. 

Love you all!

Besos,

G

Bitch stole my look!!! ;)

Neon and Neutrals

Beautiful Custom Prints here
Pictures from : A beautiful Mess (love this blog!), Real Simple and Better Homes and Gardens

Family Portrait

Among feeding the cats, watering the plants, pseudo-meditating (try to meditate with two cats wondering "how come you are not moving" ) and drinking freshly made banana smoothie, I dedicate a good chunk of my morning routine to spy on other people's lives via Facebook and Instagram.  I've been feeling slightly tormented (not really) lately with the realization that my life is not -for lack of a better word- normal.

According to the "master plan" (a plan created by who knows who where we all have to act properly and be nice and have many kids and over populate the world and have a nice house with a labrador and a white picket fence) and Facebook I've reached the age where I'm supposed to be raising a family of three while having a full time job, keeping a beautiful figure and mastering exceptional cooking skills.....sure! Somehow my master plan probably got lost in translation and instead of raising human babies I'm sharing my life with two hairy beasts of the feline type, my figure is somehow acceptable and my cooking skills are limited to cereal with milk and grilled cheese sandwiches. I am a disgrace to the master plan.

So what shall a girl like me -with a not so ordinary life- do when panic strikes (nah!) and the unavoidable thought of failure to society dominates one's head? Call CoCo of course for a family portrait session with my adopted four legged offsprings! (My loser level just went up a notch).

Happy Tuesday everyone, I wish you all lots of love and blessings!

"You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them"
Desmond Tutu

American Apparel pants, Vintage shirt, BCBG head piece, adopted black and white cat, the other fatso invaded my house ten years ago. Now I'm a guest in his house. Namaste Cat.

Blank Canvas

Hoping that every new day provides me with the opportunity to continue painting my canvas with beautiful colors. I'm starting with pink.

"Whatever you do always give 100%. Unless you are donating blood"
The wonderful world of Google

I got this wonderful white shirt in my favorite Polo outlet in the whole world: Old San Juan; you keep filling my life with great memories, and great Polo finds ;) MiuMiu shoes (*sigh, thanks for always being there for me :)) All pictures by: give me a C give me an O give me a C give me an O!! What do we got? CoCo!

The Super Hero inside of You

Lately I've been all about therapists, yogis, yoginis (this particular word is not recognized by Wikipedia.  Is the plural form of a yogini (female master practitioner of yoga -clearly not me-) one of those funny English words like radii, fungi, or foci? Or is it spelled the same in both singular and plural form? Accept my apologies for the level of ignorance that I've reached; several weeks of non-blogging had clearly affected my second language learning process), clairvoyants, help groups, and every possible human and non-human (I've been holding bi-weekly therapy sessions with my cats :)) form of mental and/ or spiritual help I can get my hands onto. I've enjoyed most of my encounters (with the exception of a certain fortune teller that insisted -against my will- to read my palm only to tell me horrible things about my chakras -"bitch! what's wrong with my chakras? we've lived in harmony for the past thirty-something years! why don't you go and get your chakras check first!") as I believe that these people had entered my life for a very specific reason. I've learned things from all of them (and hopefully they have learned something from me as well) specially to understand how powerful we all can be, how important is to learn to read our internal compass and specially how obscenely (I really wanted to use the F word here, but sometimes my mom reads this crap and even though she doesn't understand English I'm sure my brother already went thru the bad words with her) expensive one hour of therapy costs in NYC. God bless the health system of the USA, but we'll leave that discussion for another time. 

Until next time, and many thanks and kisses to those of you who kept asking me: "Que pasa con la guayaba? I haven't seen you in weeks! I miss you" You are my inspiration. 

"Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim"

-Nora Ephron

Philip Lim for Target sweater ( I have no idea why in the world do I still go through the nightmare of shopping designers clothes when collaborating with affordable stores (please check this out and laugh at humanity).....Oh wait, I know why, because otherwise is fucking expensive! Sorry mom ;)), American Apparel leggings, New Balance sneakers, and Made with Love bracelet. Pink hair and pictures by the one and only CoCo (what ever you do in life, where ever the river takes you, make sure to have a CoCo in your life).

Happy Monday!

I photo-bombed, you photo-bombed, she photo-bombed...:)

Real Nice Thing in Life #5

Being young is not a matter of age, is a matter of attitude. I present you with my mom and my aunt (the same aunt I keep stealing vintage clothes from). My forever role models. They thought me how to see the positive in the negative ("ay mi amor, deja de llorar que te hubiera podido pegar con la chancleta en lugar de darte una palmada!" I will not translate this due to obvious cultural differences regarding parenting), how to overcome obstacles, and how to rock a one piece bathing suit. Love you girls!

Real Nice Thing in Life #5: The beautiful women that raised us and gave us the confidence to be who we are today. 

I am an Architect

And while the economy picks up for the construction industry Architects get creative with their free time. If you are the creator of this hilarious video kudos  to you! Call me!! I wanna work for you :)

Au revoir bikinis!

I’m breaking up with my bikinis (for now). I don’t think we were meant for each other. My bikinis always demanded a perfectly flat-six-pack stomach when all I was able to give -even after years of sit-ups- was a cute roundish belly covered by a good inch of fat provided to me by Wine (my lover). This summer I’ll go out with someone a little bit more flexible, someone who tolerates the fact that I’m never breaking up with Wine, someone that isn't as ungrateful and strict. This summer I’m starting a love affair with one-piece bathing suits and granny panties.
Embracing the funny tan lines and the relaxed belly :)