Why it's important when people say "finally I see someone like me in fashion"...

posted on: Friday, 16 August 2019

So here's the thing. Apparently there are a few people out there saying they are tired of women commenting about how good it is to see someone like them represented on Instagram. Like it's somehow insulting. Interestingly enough, the women I've seen complaining are all in their early twenties. Ladies, young ladies, let me tell you a thing or two about why some ladies from a few generations before yours might be writing such words, and mean them as the ultimate compliment. I want to write this because I truly believe you don't understand the history behind it. 

This is the best lobster roll in London

posted on: Thursday, 15 August 2019

I feel I need to start this review with a rather crucial declaration of expertise. My lobster palette is next level. Think seafood connoisseur. It's not because I've been ordering lobster in restaurants my entire life. Quite the contrary actually. I've been eating lobster every summer since I first had teeth on the back porch of my family's beach house in Maine. Our lobster dinners literally came from our front yard, the ocean. So, I know fresh lobster. I know how to eat it, I know how to cook it and, more importantly for this review, I know how to ruin it. My history of eating lobster rolls outside of Maine has been very hit or miss, but in London, I had yet to find a lobster roll that I would be willing to take my mother to for judgement. She is the true connoisseur. However, all that changed last month, when I sat down at Bob's Lobster. 

An Update: Where I've been...and why I'm back

posted on: Wednesday, 14 August 2019

So I suppose I need to start this with an apology. A sincere apology. For my absence. I've had a bit of a soul searching summer and some of that has meant picking and choosing which platforms I could deliver on and deliver well, and letting the others rest until I was ready. Sadly, the blog lost in this battle. I'm not one for putting out sub par content. It just isn't me. You guys deserve more than that after ten years of FFG being in existence. So, I stepped away from the computer. I rested my typing fingers and put long form on the back burner, aside from a few times I just couldn't resist the urge to sit down and pour my soul out onto the page. That's when you should sit down, by the way-when you actually have something to say or share. You shouldn't just start typing because you feel a need to deliver something for someone to chew on. I want to give you guys something to salivate over, always. 

Last night Keanu saved my life (and to think I almost turned him down)

posted on: Saturday, 3 August 2019

Here's the thing about Keanu. He almost never came into my life at all, if it hadn't been for the lovelies at ZenAuto. And here's where I have to say that my experience with ZenAuto is above and beyond any experience I've ever had in my life, which is why I will keep telling you guys about this company until I am blue in the face. But, I'm getting ahead of myself. You came here to read about how Keanu, the Mini Countryman (just so we're clear I'm not actually talking about Mr. Reeves), saved my life. That should actually be plural, as over the past three months, this car has completely changed everything. I believe everything happens for a reason and this one I'm still wrapping my head around as I think it's one of the biggest anxieties I've conquered to date. Let's take a step back and let me explain myself a bit here.