My little girl dream is to be Carrie Bradshaw. I'd love to live in the big city, own hundreds of pairs of beautiful shoes, take long lunches with my girlfriends, and have a truly exotic job as a writer.
Instead, I live in the country side of a suburb, own maybe sixteen pairs of shoes (including my moccasin slippers), have a regular sized lunch break and my work writing consists of emails and to-do lists.
This blog is my attempt at being Carrie Bradshaw. With newspapers going out of style like my gaucho pants, this is an easier way to get my voice out there. I'll write about life, love, and laughter, but mostly I'll write about how a suburban prep like me lives day to day at this home we call Green Acres.