a package worth waiting for...

As stated in my previous post, I have literally been foaming at the mouth for a particular "dime-piece"(the Louis Vuitton Keepall 55 Duffle with shoulder strap, to be exact) to join my LV collection. After two failed attempts to deliver the package from the FedEx driver, whom I believe has A.D.H.D. I did indeed enlist the help from my 86 year old Nonna, to literally be the FedEx "watchdog". My Nonna would refer to the FedEx driver as a "sempliciotto", which I soon translated on my iphone. Now I know exactly where I get my sharp tongue.

Finally after the third, and final attempt this beauty came into my possession.
The cardboard package didn't stand a chance between me and my box knife. I opened the box, I was swooning uncontrollably.
The first whiff of Venchetta Leather... I knew it was love.

"Fabulous things come to those who wait".

an anxiety-packed suitcase...

The art of packing is exactly that...an art. On paper you would think I would be a fantastic packer. I am well-organized, I know what to wear for any occasion, and I'm quite creative when it comes to sticking and shoving things in random places and compartments. So it sounds like I'm a good packer, guess again. I attempted laying out all of the things that I am considering to take to my destination in the sun. I soon realized that there are weight restrictions and two of my dress alone weigh at least 15 lbs. That's when the anxiety kicked in. I now am freaking out, second guessing all of my packing decisions. Do I have enough? Am I forgetting something? What will this weigh? Do I really need two pairs of nude wedges? Spanx! Where are my Spanx, for the love of God? Needless to say I had to up my dosage on the anti-anxiety meds. My nerves soon calmed, but I was still left with unanswered questions. That's when I turned to my mom for advice. She then proceeded to tell me that I am too high-strung and aggressive (as if I didn't already know), she said the only cure would be the practice of yoga. My mother informed me to pack the necessities and leave the rest (in my head I was thinking that everything is a necessity). I guess I could leave a few pairs of rubber flip flops behind. She also told me that if I couldn't part with anything else and I'm still over the required weight limit to just pay the damn fifty dollars and be done with it.What a relief. I am going to do a little research on packing the most perfect suitcase, and I'll be sure to share all of the insider's secrets. Photos will be sure to follow.
Wish me luck!

a shuffle with the UPS driver...

So...I'm leaving for my belated birthday trip to Cancun (aye, aye, aye!!!), I leave in exactly 8 days, 39 minutes, and 40 seconds, but honestly I'm not counting or anything. I have done so many crunches I want to vomit, as many lunges and calf raises I've done, I'm sure I could squat the house. As previously mentioned in my post about online shopping, I've done just that. I have seriously shopped online for three solid months. I'm almost positive that I am the hardest person to fit. Simply going into any store and leaving with something is a long shot. Not to mention the overall shopping in Oklahoma is weak sauce, thus my only option is the world wide web. I have built relationships with these online client specialists. They know my sizes, my previous purchases, and low and behold all of my credit card information (how convenient?). My all-time favorite sales associate has to Chris at the Louis Vuitton Store located inside of Saks Fifth Avenue in Beverly Hills, California. I will try to contain my ever-growing addiction to the luxurious label. After about 30 boxes that have arrived to my home, I kept the front-runners and sent back the rejects, feeling somewhat relieved and accomplished. Although my dad seems to have an opinion as to why I'm bringing 9 bikinis on a 7 day trip? Dad, a girl needs options! Duh. Now all that is left to do is to sort through these beauties and dust my suite case off.
Here is a glimpse of the ocean view from our hotel.