Hey Loves! I want to start by wishing you all a great week (: Hope you've managed to kick the Monday blues and are motivated to kick ass once more.

I recall someone asking the question "What do you consider your personal style" and it was probably the easiest question I've ever had to answer.

(from left: Alexander McQueen and Moschino)

My older sister tied the knot less than a month ago and decided it was a good idea to make me her maid of honour. The night before the ceremony we had dinner along with some of her friends and unfortunately I didnt get to take any pictures of my outfit. However late, here is what I wore:

This woman's style is LETHAL! Meet Drew Ginsbury, creative director of Dylanlex, the jewelry brand of my dreams. I stumbled upon one of her pieces some time last year on Tumblr and then later found her instagram account: Dylanlex, which pretty much fueled my infatuation. The gaudy minimalist, because only an oxymoron could do her justice, her style is a fresh marriage of vintage and edgy with a kiss of glam. Instead of going on about how obviously amazingly fabulous she is though, I will let her images do the talking:

In case you missed it; Pantone (aka THE Colour Authority) has officially announced 'MARSALA' as the colour of the year for 2015. Prior to this announcement, I only knew of "Masala", an Indian food spice that I LOVE! Channa Masala with garlic naan and tamarind sauce! ....getting hungry just thinking about it- so delicious! ....but, I digress.

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!!! I hope this special day will be filled with nothing but family, friends, good food and most of all- LOVE and LAUGHTER!

At age six I wrote a letter to Santa Claus and left it on my front veranda just days before Christmas in hopes that he would deliver to me, what would be my new bestie; a lifesize barbie with long hair and beautiful clothes. The next morning I woke up to find the letter in the same place I had left it, unopened and presumably unread. I recall this to be my first heartbreak. Recently I shared this story with my boyfriend, he generally has the answers to everything and so provided, on Santa's behalf of course, that I didnt have a chimney so he couldnt get into my house. Reasonable. Whatever the case, since then I've had a love - hate relationship with Christmas, and can you blame me?

I'm not exactly sure what is but there is something about the holiday season that really makes me fuzzy inside. Maybe it's the cool breeze (the closest Jamaica gets to snow) or maybe I was brainwashed by all the "it's the most wonderful time of the year" hooblah. Either way, I am always a ball of mush during this time. I still however contend with the fact that Santa may or may not be real since my house still doesnt have a chimney, and therefore my wishlists are never quite honored as I'd like them to be.