Yes, another post from the Miami timecapsule. Ceiling mirrors, gold brocade and a not so mini bar. Half naked in fin-de-siecle lace is the only way to go. And even though I don't look it, I think I set a new record in how fun a girl can have taking self-portraits.

The song of the day is one that has been played A LOT in our home. My father played it once a day for many months when it first came out- which is huge since he's a firm non-believer in the repeat button.