Pamper Me Fabulous is coming to Miami this Sunday, September 15th at the Moore Building and I’m giving away two pairs of tickets! This event is basically dedicated to making women feel incredible all day long. From 11:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m. enjoy freely flowing cocktails, shopping deals, fitness classes (yoga, Zumba), and a pretty amazing swag bag full of goodies from the event sponsors. Click here to check out the event and buy tickets.
TO WIN TICKETS just leave me a comment with the name of your favorite Miami spa. Two winners will be announced on Thursday at 5:00 p.m. EST.
CONGRATULATIONS TO MY WINNERS: Francesca Gonzalez & Cari Diaz! Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org to claim your prize!
I chose to write this well after the arrival of my daughter to ensure I wouldn’t be going off on a rant fueled by hormones and lack of oxygen (it was really tough to breathe towards the end). Combined with my Cuban temper, it would’ve only made for a lethal dose of snark. But now that Lucy is well on the other side of the belly, I feel it’s safe to share my biggest pet peeves over the last few months (though I can’t guarantee it will be completely snark-free).
Date nights took on a very special meaning when Lucy was born. Personally, I had no idea what to expect in terms of managing our personal time with a baby in our lives. So the fact that we have amazing family members who will watch her while we go out and enjoy some time as Mr. and Mrs. is incredibly precious – and exactly what we need at the end of a long week of changing diapers. Last weekend, we grabbed a couple of drinks at DRB before catching the Bruno Mars concert (major husband brownie points). Seeing as to how I’m a wife and mom now, I went for a Betty Draper meets Wednesday Adams feel. No sense in losing one’s identity, after all…
I was raised with the understanding that a salon is a sanctuary. The place a woman can go to recharge, revamp, and rediscover herself. Simple things like the thick, glossy coat of a good manicure and the light tension of a proper blow dry always make me feel like everything’s going to be just fine. And it’s way cheaper than therapy. So when I received an invitation to check out Hair by Hisham last Saturday before its grand opening this fall, I booked a babysitter, charged the camera, and contemplated my mani/pedi color at least a dozen times.