It’s been a while, my wild child. I guess I was searching for something that was there all the time– it happens with physical items; my phone in my pocket is a classic example so why wouldn’t that happen with the intangible? So, here’s some of the story so far: people keep saying to me that I am an influencer, but for some reason, this just does not bode well with me. Ps. There’s only one way to my heart – tell me that I am clever, and we will probably be friends forever.
Here goes my #True Story about, still pinching myself many months later trip, to Paris. I simply just needed to go get some of the fresh Irish air into my lungs after being away for exactly four years – somehow that green grass has the ability to ground me – that immigrant heritage in my blood is ever so strong! But tickets via Paris were cheaper and the kids where stoked anout the idea of Disneyland, so that was a no brainer. Plus, mama is now all Laaniraani with the fashi
Geez, what am I on about right now seriously calling myself organic. So, yes you have heard of organic food or perhaps if you have been involved with corporate jargon you might have come across the term ‘organic growth’ in terms of business expansion? Here goes my not so Wikipedia version: Organic Growth: It’s pretty much internal business growth – so no mergers, acquisitions or external investment. It’s using what you already have to grow your capabilities. Organic Food:
I couldn’t help being a rebel at this year’s Pink Polo. The dress code stated – “Authentic Polo”, “Think Kate Middleton” and, so the closest I could get was this Raani in Colonial Chic. So, I had me my “It's time to take down the drapes and make a new dress” Scarlet O’Hara in Gone with the Wind moment except, nothing was spared in fashioning my look – the table cloth, curtains and even the rug stood no chance! I intentionally left out the hint of Pink because there was ple