This year’s Her Philly Birthday Giveaway week is here! My first prize is a little experience that will take you out to the Philly burbs, but I promise, it’s so worth it.
It’s December, and here we are: over 1,095 days of writing and tweeting and exploring this city along with my little buddy, Her Philly (!!!). Three whole years feels kind of incredible, and I am just as grateful for those of you who are new to the fam as I am for my followers who’ve been with me since the very beginning (hi, Mom & Dad). It’s because of you that I love late nights and early mornings compiling mini-guides to this pretty little city of ours. So, as per usual, I have updates.
It’s been a while since my last Having a Moment themed post, so before we embark on this busy holiday week, I wanted to share this little feel good moment of my week.
I am very easily influenced by fashion trends. I frequently become obsessed with a certain trendy style, like crop tops or high waisted bikinis (and overalls, but my search is still on for my perfect pair), even if it’s not “meant” for a body like mine. What I think is different about me is that when the trend is over, and after I’ve fallen in love with how that style looks on my petite, curvy ol’ body, I add it to part of my wardrobe forever. And that’s why I’ve continued the affair with my summer love, the jumpsuit, far into the fall (and beyond).
I am pretty excited for this post, so let’s jump right in. The first time I heard about ROAR, a fashionable safety wearable made to empower women (to put things simply), I was first, very thankful that someone had come up with this, and second, knew instantly I’d be a customer. When I realized that this project was coming out of Philly, you guys know it was all over.
Yasmine Mustafa is ROAR’s co-founder & CEO, and we first connected on Twitter. We’ve been emailing back and forth for a number of months now (I won’t divulge the exact number for both of our sakes, Yasmine!), and with ROAR’s launch on the horizon (aka, today), I decided to bring back one of my old features and interview this Philly lady you’ll love. Ladies, if you ever walk alone in this city, you’re going to want to read this.
Summer has been glorious so far; walking around during the 8:00 pm hour still surrounded by light is something I’ll never take for granted. Besides my California trip (more on that soon!), the two back-to-back sore throat bugs I’ve been hit with (speaking of: the new Jefferson Urgent Care – so quick!), I’ve been doing my fair share of fun things in the city, and I thought it was time to update you. I also realized I missed a spring update in my “Philly Girl Life” little series, so you guys are long overdue to hear some of my ramblings.
Ahhhh hi! I know I have been MIA, but for good reason: it’s MAY. As you’re well aware, I’m firmly believe that everyone has the right to go all out in their birthday celebrations. And with that philosophy, I’ve been taking advantage this month. Keeping myself busy with really fun things and surrounded by my friends and family has made me feel like one lucky girl. Here’s everything I’ve been up to this month…
Hooooray hooray hooray – it’s finally Friday! In case you don’t follow me on, well, pretty much any social media channel, I wanted to share something pretty cool that happened to me early last week.
I’m a big fan of the Philly Thrillist site and always look forward to their emails. They send out a lot of their articles in list format (obviously one of my preferred methods for writing on this blog, as well!) and I usually pin something a few times a week from their site. I was thrilled (get it? I’m here all day.) when they asked me to cover a dating story, and after some brainstorming sessions and a lot of research, it was born: 21 Actually Great Date Ideas in Philadelphia.
The last time I took a dance class, I was practically a baby. After one year of classes and a recital (where I apparently “kindly moved” a fellow classmate who not in her right spot . . . my poor parents), I recall telling my mom I got a splinter in my foot from the dance class floor, never to return again. I am supremely envious of girls who are good at dancing (because flexibility and gracefulness are just not me), and being so in touch with your body is something we all should be jealous of.
OH. MAN. YOU. GUYS. Do I have something so exciting to share with you? YESSSSS. Sure do.
If you have been reading for a bit, you know I’m a little bit obsessed with Game of Thrones. It’s not that I love really any other show that falls into the “fantasy” genre, it’s just pretty much the most addictive TV show ever (besides Shark Tank, obviously). Back in 2013, when I was just a baby blogger, the fantastic team at HBO invited me to the Season 3 Premiere Event in Philadelphia. And just what is a “Philadelphia premiere,” you may ask?
Well (in what you would obviously expect from a company like HBO), in addition to their official show premiere events, HBO holds fantastic regional premiere parties across the country in preparation for some of their seasons. Those of you who have not yet seen any of their great TV shows, head to the Eatel Official Website to access premium channels on your TV. The events come complete with photo booths, props, great drinks, an EARLY LOOK (yep) at the first episode of the season. I’ve been lucky enough to be invited back for the GoT Season 4 Event, as well as the GIRLS Season 3 Party, and all were seriously a blast. It’s pretty much a dream for a hardcore HBO fan, as I know many of you are. So yeah, now’s the exciting part.Continue Reading…
This past November, I was a dependent woman. And not on any guy, but on none other than Tinder. Through many dates and many men, I’ve come to the conclusion that dating apps can be extremely limiting (especially when all of your friends are using them, too). In my experience (and you know I loved online dating at one point), after a while, apps can hold you back. My friends and I would go out in the city and not entertain any conversations with men, because, for all we knew, they were creeps. And why talk to creeps, when we could (hopefully) vet the endless supply of men waiting right on our cell phones (before we even had to deal with looking them in the eye)?