Why I Do Nothing On Sundays

April 23rd, 2014

Fashionable PJs

{PJs c/o Mio Destino, Glasses c/o Collins Bridge}

Il dolce far niente,” — Italian for “the sweetness of doing nothing.” And this statement — made particularly popular in the feel-good novel Eat, Pray Love — is a personal quest I try to live by on Sundays.

Because Sundays are the one day of the week I stay in my PJs past socially acceptable hours. Because Sundays are for leaving beds unmade, faces unwashed and hair unbrushed. Because Sundays are for curling up on the couch and catching a Frozen marathon with my daughter. Or taking dips in the pool while leisurely reading smut. Or scarfing down eggs benedict. And quaffing bottomless mimosas. And doing, well, nothing.

 Ah, Sunday.

 It’s the one day my husband and I never make plans. Ever. There’s an unspoken rule that on Sundays we…indulge in il dolce far niente.

If you find yourself planning, racing to events, engaging in activities you don’t genuinely love — well,  you must marvel in this notion. TRUST.


PSST: If you’re loving my PJs in this post, score  20% off Mio Destino wears (valid until  April 30, 2014) with this code: WORDYMIO

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Covered Up

April 20th, 2014


{Maaji coverup, Céline sunnies}


The amount of beachwear I own is downright embarrassing. As in, I have three drawers in my closet dedicated solely to teeny bikinis, soccer mom-esque one pieces, colorful pareos, cotton tunics, crochet shorts, lazy day muumuus, etc.

Last week, I found myself Spring cleaning and trying ever so hard to downsize my beachwear collection — particularly parting ways with my hoochie mama wears from my Wet Seal/trampy 20s — but I just couldn’t. Each item of clothing serves as an earmark for a fond memory. Or an asinine adventure.

Like, that super tacky fuchsia sarong covered in sequins (read: totes fugly), buried at the back of the drawer? Yes, it needs to be burned for offending neighboring retinas, but I just can’t give it up. It takes me back to that time my husband and I went to Costa Rica. And almost died ziplining over cantankerous crocodiles. And that teensy G-string bikini (yes, a thong, ha!) — it reminds me of that time my best friend and I dumped our boyfriends and crashed Parrot Cay á la Thelma and Louise (only…we got back with said boyfriends the nanosecond we landed in Miami because we’re wussies. With more issues than Vogue).  And so on and so forth…

The nylon and mesh dress in this picture is by my new coverup crush, Maaji. I wore it to Soho House last Friday and it was a total hit. Which means, it’s a welcome addition to my coverup collection for life.

Do you get emotionally attached to your clothes, too?

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I. Heart. You.

April 16th, 2014

Maria Tettamanti

{Dress c/o Everly, Wildfox sunnies, J. Crew hat}

It’s about that time I write a little ditty about how grateful I am for you freaks and how this blog has taken on some kooky, bizarre life of its own thanks to you. Yes, you. Because you like me! Or find me repugnant! Or are bored to tears at work! Or Instagram is down! Either way, big ups to you because a lot of wonderful shit has been happening (or should I thank that mysterious red moon?) to me.

Like, the other day, I was in Trader Joe’s (which, bible, equally excites me as much as the Saks shoe department) and a sweet woman tapped me on the shoulder with a, “Are you the Wordy Girl!?” I was nonplussed. And the fact she hailed from New York was further stupefying. She expressed to me how she’s a mom, too, and how my words, somehow, make her chuckle. I cherished making that connection. 

Often times, my husband will be at work events and introduce himself to a fellow broker or real estate agent and they’ll hit him back with a, “Tettamanti! Are you related to Maria? I read her blog!” This always renders him speechless because, you know, he’s at a REAL ESTATE event and who has time to read this blog when there’s oceanfront units to sell?! GOSH. (Say that last line like Napoleon Dynamite would for added zing).

Some of you readers send me really lovely emails expressing how my baby weight loss journey has inspired them, too, or how they enjoy my raw and real posts where I have my monthly meltdowns, or how they need something as simple as a travel tip or great hair colorist. One guy told me pointblank that he wanted to sit on my face, but hey, I’ll take it! But, no, you can’t sit on my face because that’s totally inappropriate — not to mention unhygienic. 

I guess where I’m getting at is this: I started this platform as small way to share things I genuinely love with what started out as a skimpy audience of 4 (my mom, my mother-in-law and my two older sisters, obvi). And now this audience reaches obscure areas in Russia and Asia. Crazy!

So thank you all for reading. From the bottom of my heart. Mad gratitude.

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Sheer Jean-ious. Come to this Saks Bal Harbour Denim Bar Event!

April 15th, 2014

Saks Denim Invitation

Bal Harbour Shops

For more info on Bal Harbour Shops’ happenings, go, here.

Video by Jonathan “Rico” Arroyo from Avant Garde Miami

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Island Hoppin’

April 14th, 2014


{Maaji coverup & bikini, J. Crew Panama hat, Céline sunnies, Swarovski Bella earrings, Phillips House nametags}

Virgin Gorda

{That boat & beer life}

YCCS marina

{YCCS Marina in Virgin Gorda}

YCCS Marina

Virgin Gorda

{That view!}


Deadman's Beach

{Peter Island’s Deadman’s Beach}

Let me take you back to the British Virgin Islands, loyal readers. I’ve already whisked you away to Jost Van Dyke and Necker Island, so I’ll brush up on the final stops on my most recent jaunt to the BVIs which happen to be Virgin Gorda‘s YCCS Marina and Peter Island. Both are so breathtaking, yet entirely unalike. I wore this Maaji coverup to both spots because I get OCD with clothes I adore. You know what I mean?

Anyhoo, YCCS Marina is chi chi chi squared! As in, it’s a state-of-the-art marina catering to super yachts (Read: multi-million dollar boats as big as walloping whales). The interiors (photos above) of the marina’s pool and restaurant beckon guests to Hamptons or Nantucket. I’m a glutton for Ralph Lauren-esque beach cottage furniture and accessories and YCCS clearly is, too, and I loved this trait. Hopefully, my pictures will give you some design inspo. 

Next up? Peter Island. This L-shaped island is home to Peter Island Resort and home to, hands down, the most paradisiacal beach we encountered during our entire voyage through the BVIs. Honestly, the beach here — named Deadman’s Beach — is the closest thing to utopia and it’s perfect for sunning, swimming or yacht watching. While not as “fancy” as YCCS Marina, I enjoyed this resort’s rustic charm — it offers the perfect blend of contemporary and Caribbean if you feel my flow.


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