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Charting the style of daily life...with the mouth of a sailor.

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S E A G L A S S

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I love to search for beach treasures, but I must say that I’m not really passionate about sea glass. I can appreciate the beauty of the finds of my sea glass loving family members and friends, but I’ve just never been all that excited about looking for it. That said, my dear cousin Holly (technically my first cousin once removed) sent me a beautiful quote about sea glass (really about aging, tbh):

This luminous piece was found by my sister on our East Sandwich beach.

I want to age like sea glass. Smoothed by tides, but not broken. I want my hard edges to soften. I want to ride the waves and go with the flow. I want to catch a wave and let it carry me to where I belong. I want to be picked up and held gently by those who delight in my well earned patina and appreciate the changes I went through to achieve that beauty. I want to enjoy the journey and always remember that if you give the ocean something breakable it will turn it into something beautiful. I want to age like sea glass.
— Bernadette Noll

Gorgeous words and sentiment, right? The above is merely an excerpt of Noll’s original writing, so read the full piece here.

I might keep my eyes peeled for a glimmer of sea glass when I walk the beach collecting rocks and shells, but even if I never find a piece, the real treasure will be keeping this lovely passage fresh in my mind for the rest of my life.

76 Hours in Chicago (and then back again)

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We Foxes love city time, so we plan semi-regular trips to Chicago. We skipped our traditional in between Thanksgiving and Christmas visit, so we went in January instead, during an accurately predicted blizzard, in fact. We weren’t scurred. And it actually paid off, as we had the city virtually to ourselves! ‘Twas fun.

I’ve been wanting to stop at the Albanese Candy Factory for years, and this time we finally did it. They make the best gummy candies in the world. And a truth about me is that I cannot resist a good Boston fruit slice. As we pull onto Lake Shore Drive, we always play a song of the same name by Aliotta Haynes Jeremiah. It’s very jaunty and puts us in a festive “yay we’re in Chicago” mood. And now for my fave pic of our stay: a traditional f^ck off to the Trump tower. I love that my five year old knows to do it, and that my ten year old knows to snap a picture of it. We are the resistance.

We are major fans of The Ambassador, because it’s gorgeous, the staff is awesome and we just feel so comfy there. While I always stayed at The Drake with my family (still love you, boo), The Ambassador has become our little Fox family’s #1.

It was cold and snowy and slushy, so when we came back home from adventuring, the crisp yet cozy all white everything refuge of The Ambassador was so comforting, and tres chic, dahlink. As I was flipping through my camera roll from the trip, I realized the majority of my pictures were taken inside the hotel. I just adore it, truly.

If I ever hit some sort of jackpot, I’ll take a permanent suite there, thank you very much.

Strike that last sentence. I’ll snag No. 5 right across the street, but hang out in the lobby, eat some of my meals and grab my morning coffee at The Ambassador. How f^ck!ng cute is that entrance? And the fact that it’s number F I V E seals the deal. In love.

I didn’t take as many food pix as I normally do, but that’s probably because I was too busy eating all the amazing food we had. Our first dinner was at Ramen San and everything was perfect. We did brunch at Le Pain Quotidien one day, then Beatrix the next - both were just perfect for us with kids in tow. Dinner on Saturday was at La Scarola, and we really enjoyed the old school Italian vibe, as well as the Negronis + Shirley Temples. We grabbed coffee at The Wormhole (so fun and funky) on Milwaukee after hitting up the adidas store, as we’re known to do. If there was one great unifier for our family of four, it’s our undying passion for adidas. #yakyak

Rando shenanigans. Those are the best kind, really.

We like to think we’re really good at packing and traveling light, however our cart was loaded with too many bags (though I’ve seen much worse). I was impressed it all fit in the boot of Ryan’s little Prius. *There I go pretending to be British again.

We said see ya laterz to Chicago as late as we possibly could…

…but not before giving one more middle finger to Trump’s midwestern sh!thole. Like son, like mother?


A N D T H E N . . .

I ended up being whisked back to Chicago a couple days later to attend StyleMax, quite unexpectedly but not unpleasantly so.

Lots of randomness here, but I need to move on to another project so I gotta wrap this sh!t up, and how. Love the art deco elevator doors, and anything gold, really, snapped some things I want, some things I ate, and so on and so forth.

I tried on two styles of the blue light blocking glasses from Quay, and I gotta say, I’m going to need a pair of these. It’s a legit work expense, no? *I like to end sentences that way as much as possible. Makes me come across as the teensiest bit French, yes?

The clear highlight of my StyleMax weekend was a trip to Goddess and the Baker (thanks, Liz), for they make a gold glitter latte that’ll burn your eyes out with its unimaginable sparkly-ness. IT. IS. MAGICAL. Everything else was fab too (food, atmosphere) but DRINKING GOLD GLITTER IS THE DEFINITION OF ME LIVING MY BEST LIFE.

Yes, I absolutely went back to visit my pal The Ambassador (I was so close, I had to). Had brekkie, got some coffee to go + a cool felt baseball cap (haven’t worn it yet). I love merch. #shopportunity

And just for the hell of it, this is what I looked like on the way home, with that damn uncooperative bandana. Some days I just can’t get this one to play ball.

~FIN~

I'm Blushing

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I don't give a fig that "Millennial Pink" is on the outs. I love the color pink - always have, always will. So you can have your Ultra Violet. I'll keep all da pinks.

I've always adored personalization. I get that from my maternal line. Also, how about those toothbrush hair clips?! Wish I still had those...

More throwbacks, some older than others. I'm obsessed with my pink velvet couch. She's a beaut!

I love working with the pink Himalayan salts from my FoxSea Skin line. They are the most gorgeous blend of translucent pinks, and they remind me of the pink sands of the Bahamas. I traveled there with my family as a child and fell in love. I need to get back there...

I'm jetting off for a little vacation to celebrate my husband's 40th birthday so I added some fun party pink to my hair for the occasion! #obsessed

I really wanted to snap a pic of my new blush pink wrap from J. Crew but I REALLY didn't want to do my hair or makeup. So, Snapchat filter to the rescue! Also, get a load of my Spring bags from Clare V. I've been planning my Spring wardrobe around these two lovelies since early September! 

And this Clare V Circle Clutch is what I call a bonus bag. Totally wasn't planning on ordering her but it was love at first sight, and the perfect bag for a little personalization. The purple tassel is just icing on the cake. 


You know, sometimes I put off posting to this blog because my images aren't PERFECT. Today, I decided to say, F^CK IT! I'm not a pro photog - no one is even under that illusion, so why should I care? As I inch toward my own 40th birthday, I'm letting go of a few mental blocks that hold me back. Yes, this is just a silly post about my love of the color pink, but the act of hitting publish is a release. Which is why I blog in the first place, thankyouverymuchokaybye.

Make Waves

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You never really know what’s coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it comes, you can surf over it, instead of drown in its monstrosity.
— Alysha Speer

Bridge Traffic

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When I spy the first hint of the Sagamore Bridge over the treetops, my entire body starts to relax. This lovely bridge takes me over the Cape Cod Canal and delivers me to my happy place. No matter how many cars are jammed in front of the car, I know my beloved Fairwinds is close...

The beach is a great place to relieve the soul-crushing stress you build up in the traffic going to the beach.
— Anonymous

Beach Babe

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No words can express,
The depth of her contentment,
As she walks along the beach.

As the waves lap against the shores,
They create the rhythm of her life.

Balmy breeze kiss,
Her sun-bronzed skin,
And she wonders...

Could there ever be a greater destiny,
Than to be born with a love,
For the treasures of the sea?

Here, she is home.
— Suzy Toronto

Beach Walk

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Come walk with me, take off your shoes, let’s walk the beach with only the moon to light the path and waves to hear you tell me you love me. Why does the ocean rock the moon to sleep every night? So the sun will wake and kiss the beach.
— J. Henson

Daddy, the Colonel

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My father, a larger than life figure who was strong, brave and who possessed a killer sense of humor, lost his battle with brain cancer 8 years ago today. When he was diagnosed, he was given 4 months to live yet lived another 2 1/2 years. He was strong as hell and we all thought if anyone could scare the shit out of cancer, it'd be him.

He underwent surgery one month before my wedding and was strong enough to walk me down the aisle, give a kick ass speech before dinner and take me for a few sweet spins around the room during our father-daughter dance. 


Well before he received his own cancer diagnosis, he worked on behalf of families dealing with the devastating effects of cancer. The organization he gave his time, effort and money to, turned around and named a charity golf tournament in his honor, creating the annual #SteveDoddsClassic. My father, an amazingly skilled and talented golfer (and all around athlete), would be so humbled to know this event is still in full swing (sorry, had to).

I'm late to the phenomenon known as Hamilton, the musical. I've been playing the soundtrack on repeat these last two-ish weeks and it's made me think of legacy... "Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?" While my father's story has not been fully told (perhaps it never will be), he will always loom large in my life, regardless of the ups and downs of our relationship. I think he'd be more than pleased to know we speak of him often, sharing his many colorful stories and jokes, shedding tears when we think of all he's missed in these 8 years. This last weekend, we celebrated his mother's 100th birthday! It was a lovely day filled with plenty of laughter but he was greatly missed, his absence felt throughout the room.

Steven Craig Dodds, son, husband, father, and grandfather, veteran, hero, gifted athlete, philanthropist and much more, will live on through all who were lucky enough to know him and even those who didn't get the chance. My boys will know the stories as if they'd been there to experience them firsthand.


What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.
— The World Was Wide Enough, Hamilton