20 Years

IMG_2176gWith Mom – 1984

On September 25 my mom and I celebrated our 20th Anniversary. Let me elaborate.

I had a Renal Transplant aka Kidney Transplant 20 years ago. My amazing, generous, gracious, selfless, beautiful and loving mom ended up being a match and donated one of her kidneys.

So technically she has given life to me twice. Now we celebrate our Transplant Anniversary aka My Additional Birthday, every year on September 25th. It’s kind of a big deal for us. A huge deal for me obviously. Without her I literally would not be here. Not a day goes by (not a 1) that I don’t think about the major sacrifice she made to save my life.

Twenty years ago I became extremely ill and was diagnosed with a very rare disease called Goodpasture Syndrome. Ironic name considering there’s actually nothing good about it. It is so rare that literally 1 in a million are diagnosed each year. I wish I could be so lucky with those odds in a lottery!

Doctors aren’t totally sure how I got it. Since it is so rare they’ve narrowed the cause of this disease down somewhat to, smoking (I don’t smoke) or 2nd hand smoke, hydrocarbon solvents, glues, diesel and Inflenza A, to name a few. It is an autoimmune disorder which damages the kidneys (and often lungs as well) with the worst case scenario obviously being death or you lose both kidneys. Which is what happened to me. You need at least 1 kidney to survive. Both of my kidneys failed. 

As with any disease, early detection is paramount in being able to save your kidneys &/or life. But it’s not always easy to detect Kidney Disease early as it progresses silently and is less obvious then some other critical diseases. Sometimes Doctors can ‘re-boot’ kidney function if there is some percentage of the kidneys still working. The prognosis is much worse if the kidneys are already badly damaged by the time of diagnoses. The kidneys most likely will not be able to be ‘re-booted’/ saved at that point. Again, this is what happened to me.

Ironically I had also been seeing an Nephrologist (Kidney Specialist) for a couple of years regularly prior to kidney failure because I was constantly passing kidney stones. And I mean a lot of kidney stones. I was like a kidney stone making machine. Weird. I lost count after a couple dozen visits to the hospital in excruciating pain from a kidney stone. Yet, the Nephrologist assured me these stones were not hurting or jeopardizing my kidney function in the slightest. I believed him. After all, he is the Kidney Specialist. To this day Doctors still have not confirmed if the kidney stones had any influence in my kidneys failing. 

Still not diagnosed, I had started to take a turn for the worse but I was convinced that I only had a very bad flu. I had all of the typical flu like symptoms, along with some not so typical symptoms.  I was exhausted constantly, fevered yet freezing, muscles aching, vomiting blood, sweating profusely to the point my body would be soaked, weak beyond belief and so insanely tired ALL OF THE TIME. My Family Doctor told me 3 separate times during this 2 week period of feeling the worst I’ve ever felt, that I had nothing to worry about. She said I just had a Flu mixed with the fact that I was anemic and needed more iron.

My intuition told me otherwise. Something was terribly wrong. Both of my Doctors were wrong as well. Very, very wrong. I knew I needed medical help and I needed it fast.

It was a rough road for many years dealing with my health issues. You can read a bit more about that part of my health journey here.

I wanted to write about this milestone in my life for many reasons. The 20 year mark has made me more emotional and feel blessed beyond belief. It reminds me to appreciate the little things in life, so cliche but so true. And also, to go after your dreams, live the life you desire, while we can. Every single year since I’ve had this kidney transplant is a gift of another year of life. There is no greater gift that one can give. Really. Think about it. My mom gave me the gift of life. Again. I would’ve been dead 20 years already if I didn’t get a transplant in time. I wouldn’t have been able to watch my kids grow up which was my greatest fear when I was ill. During the couple of years that I was on dialysis I had seen several people of various ages die while waiting for a kidney match. It happens everyday because there are not enough organ donations available and that doesn’t have to be the case.

When I first got sick I was 25 years old, I didn’t know a thing about transplants. Even the word scared me because I didn’t understand it. At that time there wasn’t a lot of awareness about it. I actually thought the whole thing was a little a lot weird. Awareness seems to be better now then it was, but I find some people still have no clue. 

Some facts: 

*Anyone can get Kidney Disease, but people with high blood pressure, diabetes, and family history are more at risk and should be checked by a Doctor regularly. I did not have any of these.

*15 people are diagnosed with Kidney Failure in Canada daily.

*1 in 10 people in Canada are living with Kidney Disease.

*Average wait time for a kidney in BC is 5.4 years. Many will die waiting.

*Up to 40% of people who are desperately waiting for an organ will not get one in time.

*People think that being on dialysis is a cure. It is not a cure. It is just a means to keep you alive (barely) until a transplant is available.  50% of these people on dialysis will not live past 5 years.

*Kidney Failure is chronic and there is no cure. Dialysis is temporary and short term. Transplant is also temporary but allows the patient to live a more normal life while taking anti-rejection meds daily. Transplants do not last ‘forever’. However, with continuous research and updated meds, transplants can last 20+ years. (I’m hoping and prayin’ I break all kinds of records and it lasts 20 more!)

It is so important for you to have conversations with your families and loved ones about organ donation. If you do wish to be an organ donor if something should happen, then it is critical to let your family members know this. And equally important to actually have it registered on your Driver’s License, Health card or the Donor Registry in your city. 

I know that no one really wants to talk about death and what happens afterwards. It’s a difficult conversation for sure. It’s also reality. But the way I look at it is, organ donations save lives. Lots of lives. If one of your loved ones was critically ill and going to die, wouldn’t you want to know there’s a good chance of them being saved because someone else had generously requested to be a donor themselves? 

I was blessed that my kidney donation was from a living related donor, my mother. Anyone that is healthy and wishing to donate a kidney to a loved one is certainly encouraged to do so. My mom is a trooper so if you ask her, she’d say the surgery ‘wasn’t so bad’. It isn’t exactly a walk in the park for the donor. I’m not going to lie. However, our transplant surgery was 20 years ago. From what I’ve read and heard the surgery has changed and is much less invasive now. I’d be willing to bet that she’d say it was worth it. Right mommy? ๐Ÿ˜‰  

You can find out much more information online to answer any questions you may have.

Be a Kidney Donor: Canadian Blood Services
Kidney Foundation Of Canada
British Columbia Transplant

Here’s to us Mom! And to another 20!! Love you! <3 
Laura xo

10 Of The Hottest Fall Fashion Trends 2015

It’s Fall! It’s Fall! 

I was completely content and lovin’ our hot Summer weather we were having here in Vancouver. Then without a warning, our weather did a complete turn around. It literally went from 30+ degrees Celsius to 20 degrees. Over night. That was it. No more hot and sun-shiny days for us.  

I was dead set against even thinking of having anything to do with Fall until at least October. But since the clouds and rain appeared, I am all about Fall madness. Put away the flip flops and bring out the sweaters!
I’ve compiled a list of what’s HOT from the Fashion runways for Fall 2015. I researched all of the top fashion and designer sites and riffled through all of the fashion mags so you don’t have to. You’re welcome. ๐Ÿ˜‰    

Not every single style might appeal to you (or me) but sometimes it’s fun to see what’s new and what the trends are for the season. Granted the items I have chosen are from some very ‘elite’ designers and are in the pricier range.  
The pieces on this post (some that I’d actually wear) are obviously on my dream list. It’s fun to dream about these gorgeous designer items then go out and shop the more ‘reasonable’ priced, alternative versions of them.  A girl can dream!

hosiery pic 1Yannis Vlamos / Indigitalimages.com                            Marcus Tondo / Indigitalimages.com


Tights, tights, tights! It’s all about the designed tights and patterned nylons. 
I’ve always liked this trend. It is an inexpensive and simple way to add a pop of interest and pizzazz to your outfit.

(a). Diane Von Furstenberg. The legendary designer of the original classic ‘wrap dress’ (from the 70’s) added extra elegance to a simple cream wrap dress with sheer polka dot nylons. 
(b).  Rodarte. Amazing lace tights with a skirt and boots would look fantastic!  

70s & 80sMonica Feudi / FeudiGuaineri.com        Yannis Vlamos / Indigitalimages.com       Alessandro Garofalo / Indigitalimages.com

2.  70’S & 80’S INSPIRED 

Ahhh yes… the 80’s. Sigh. I was in my teens through the 80’s and I loved it.  The music, the wrist full of bangles, and the early Madonna style clothing. Hello! 
For those of you who were there in the 80’s… weren’t they so fun?  
Well, maybe not the back combed hairstyles or the shoulder pads or parachute pants…but the rest of it right? 

(a). Prada – 70’s Style 
(b). Tracy Reese – 70’s Style 
(c). Tom Ford – 80’s Style 

head to toe blackMarcus Tondo / Indigitalimages.com                         Yannis Vlamos / Indigitalimages.com


Well this is an extremely easy fashion trend for me. I always wear black! Seriously. Always black.  
Yay! Now I have a reason to buy even more black clothes because I’m sooo on trend this season. Finally I’m on trend! ๐Ÿ˜‰

(a). Rodarte. 
(b). Oscar de le Renta. This lace black gown is 1 of numerous gorgeous designs from designer, Peter Copping’s debut collection with the Oscar de le Renta brand. Shortly after being hand picked a year ago as Creative Director by the great Oscar himself, Oscar de le Renta passed away.  This left Copping on his own to design and launch his first RTW (ready to wear) collection in less then 3 months. Fashion critics and industry guru’s were greatly anticipating this launch. Copping’s Fall collection revealed at the New York Fashion week ended up being a huge success. The designs stayed true to the ultra sophistication of the classic Oscar brand while adding some of his own style, colour and design flair.

brown                        Umberto Fratini / Indigitalimages.com                                   


The thought of brown clothing I immediately picture drab and boring. But today’s designers are proving that the brown from the 70’s is in the past.  
Instead it’s a new glam brown that can be mixed and matched with bronzes and golds and any colour you choose. Brown has never looked sooo good.

(a). Jenny Packham. When doing research for this post I stumbled upon this fabulous English designer.  
I have never heard of her before but I was honestly super excited when I discovered her stunning pieces.  
It’s pretty rare when you like love almost every single item in a designer’s collection.  But I did.
Her dresses are completely feminine and incredibly beautiful. 

(b). Jenny Packham. I ended up using 2 of her dresses to display brown style.  
Honestly I would’ve shown all of her designs because that’s how much I love, love, love her dresses.  
She is one of the top designers and is very well known in the UK.
She has dressed everyone from Taylor Swift, Angelina Jolie to many of the Royals. Kate Middleton often wears her clothes.  
Should’ve known I have Royal expensive 
taste in dresses! I can only hope that I can actually own one of her dresses one day.   
If owning a dress by Packham is a goal, then add that to my list.  

What is it that all the kids are saying on Instagram these days…
#lifegoals  #musthavedress  #needthatdresswantthatdress  #gottagetmethatdressrightaway
velvet        Monica Feudi / Feudiguaineri.com                                   Kim Weston Arnold /Indigitalimages.com 


And then there was luxurious velvet.
Ironically, I actually own a black velvet dress from the 90’s. Roar right?! Why would I still have it? I obviously have that hoarding your clothes in case they come back into style ever again issue. And all of you velour haters said it would never come back in style!! ๐Ÿ˜‰ Thing is, I’m not sure I’d actually wear this velour dress again but at least I have it handy if there’s ever a ‘wear your velour to the party’ party

(a). Emilio Pucci
(b). Lanvin

white blouse                   Monica Feudi / Feudiguaineri.com                                        Yannis Vlamos / Indigitalimages.com           


A beautiful white blouse under a blazer can change the whole style instantly and effortlessly. Gotta get me one of these white shirts. Asap. 

(a). Emilio Pucci. I’m really into his collection this season.
(b). Emilio Pucci.
(c). Roberto Cavalli.  I so love his clothing designs! This Fall’s collection is like rock star meets glamour with an Asian flair! Bold and brilliant. 

pant suitsMarcus Tondo / Indigitalimages.com                                 Alessandro Garofalo / Indigitalimages.com


I think Pant Suits are always in style.
You just look more put together, stylish, polished and chic. And easy. I like easy.     

(a). Dion Lee.
(b). Armani.  

eastern influenceKim Weston Arnold / Indigitalimages.com                      Yannis Vlamos / Indigitalimages.com


I totally love designs that have the feel of far away cultures. It’s exotic.  
From dragons, floral, tigers, shiny fabric and glamorous beads, there are so many beautiful pieces available this Fall. 

(a).  Louis Vuitton.
(b).  Diane von Furstenberg. Again, her dresses are absolutely stunning. 

knit wearCourtesy of Banana Republic                                      PYannis Vlamos / Indigitalimages.com 


Sweaters are in ladies!  
Ummm… aren’t sweaters always in during the Fall & Winter months?  
I mean, who doesn’t LOVE wearing an over sized, cozy and warm knit sweater during the cold months?  
I love covering up. I’m sooo into covering up. The more covering up, the better, ya know what I mean? 

(a). Banana Republic.  
(b). Valentino.  

long coatsKim Weston Arnold / Indigitalimages.com                  Yannis Vlamos / Indigitalimages.com  


I like long coats, perhaps not necessarily right to the floor. I think to my knee or a little past would be the longest I’d be interested in just because I’m so short.  

(a). Chanel. I must say however, I do love this long coat from the Chanel Fall collection. So elegant. I don’t even know what a coat like this costs from Chanel. (I couldn’t find the price anywhere short of making a trip to the Vancouver Chanel Boutique just to find out!) But I didn’t do that knowing full well that it is expensive. Very, very expensive. 
(b). Christian Dior.

Hope you enjoyed this list. Let us know what some of your favourite Fall Fashion styles are!

Happy Fall Fashion Shopping ๐Ÿ™‚
Laura xo

ArtBeat Vancouver 2015


When Natasha heard that ArtBeat Vancouver was looking for submissions from local Artists to contribute their art for charity, she knew it was something I’d be interested in.

Founded by Scarlett Smith, Artbeat Vancouver is a non-profit fundraising society. This special event is a celebration of local music and art which raises money for a worthy cause. The evening features a silent auction of art in benefit of Esther’s Place Shelter in Vancouver as well as a portion of the funds (10%) aids Little Footprints, Big Steps.

Esther’s Place is a safe-haven 4 apartment home in Vancouver where abused women and their children can go to rebuild their life safely and securely. This safe house provides support, job training and assistance in essentially starting their life all over again.
Here in British Columbia it is estimated that last year alone, approximately 13,000 women fled abusive living situations.

Little Footprints, Big Steps is a charity that advocates children’s rights in Haiti. They offer protection and healing for children who have been victimized by abuse, homelessness, exploitation, slavery and neglect. Through services and programs they reunite children to their families, provide shelter, protection, food and education.

The event takes place this Saturday, July 25th in Vancouver from 4-10pm. There will be drinks, live music and some beautiful Art for sale. It will be a wonderful evening out for a great cause.

You can read all about the fundraising event and where to purchase your tickets here.


I was super excited and honored they accepted one of my paintings Pink Friday’ (pictured above) to be included in this years event.

ArtBeat Online: Official Site, Twitter, Instagram

Laura xo

Love Is Just A Fantasy

I haven’t written anything about dating lately have I? Well, there’s a very good reason for that. I haven’t been on any dates to talk about. Seriously.
If you’ve been reading our blog then you know the whole back story of my life. Kinda. In a nut shell, I’m a single, divorced, 40 something, career woman now back in the dating scene. Real horror story. 

Dating isn’t the easiest thing is it? I mean, it’s all about putting yourself out there. Getting out and involved in things. I just seem to never be in the right place or at the right time. Nor do I have the energy, to tell you the truth. It takes soooo much energy to date. Honestly.

Natasha and I love music and go to as many live shows as possible. A couple of years ago we bought tickets to see a local up and coming Vancouver Indie band (very popular in Canada) that we both love. After the show I ended up liking them on Facebook. At some point later in time I had a friend request sent to me by a couple of the said band members. One of them was particularly interesting to me. You know, in that talented artistic, musician kind of way. (Hmm-hmmm.)

Then through out the next couple of years I’d get invites to various music events via Facebook from said cute band guy-let’s call him, K.

Granted these invitations were sent out mass.  Not just to me. To everyone. Whatever.
So everyone on K’s friends list got an invite. But you know how in your mind you kinda blow it up just ever so slightly and over time you’ve adjusted facts and altered your sensibility to suit your own l’il dreamland.

Then the shit you’ve made up almost seems real. In your own little brain.

I would tell Natasha that I got invited to yet another show from K. She would laugh and say, “Mom… everyone on his friends list gets the invite. Not just you!” She’s a real drag like that.

Anyways, this went on. I would get an invite, get all giddy and be like, “Natasha we should actually go to one of his shows downtown sometime for real.” Then we would laugh about it, talk about how crazy that would be. We’d discuss in great detail how we’d go to the show, he would already be playing on stage, he would notice me walking in, our eyes would lock, he smiles at me with a sweet wink…

Then I snap back to reality.

Nat and I laugh and laugh about it. We funny like that.

It became a thing between Natasha and I. We eventually started to refer to K as ‘my boyfriend’. I’d be like, ‘Oh, my boyfriend wants me to come to his show this Saturday.’

Honest to God, if someone were to ever listen to us talking they would think we actually knew K personally and that him and I were an item. We joke, but no one else would know that! So we would continue to play this fun little game each and every single time I would get another invite. Over and over. That shit just never gets old with us.

So last summer Natasha and I had an Event downtown Vancouver for our blog. Earlier that same day I had coincidentally received another show invite from K, my boyfriend, who was playing a show that night downtown. I don’t know if it was something in the air that night that made me suddenly bold, but whatever it was, as we were leaving the Blogging Event I said to Natasha, ‘Tonight’s the night. We still have time to make it to K’s show! And we’re going right now.

She initially thought I was joking until I had her looking up the venue’s address on map quest. We were giggling like 2 school girls. “Are we really going to do this?” Ohhh, yeah we are.

It’s a venue we have never even heard of before. Ever. So we make our way over. It’s already dark, but not too late. Natasha reads all of the deets on her cell about the club and bands performing tonight. The information says that tonight is a very special ‘Galaxy Night’.

Galaxy music?  We’re 2 huge music lovers but we don’t have a clue what Galaxy music is. What we do know is that K and his musician buddy he’s playing with tonight are amazing artists and I’m still game to go. Bring on the Galaxy!

We’re totally psyching ourselves up for this. Each taking turns giving the other incredible words of encouragement as to all of the fabulous reasons why this is going to be amazing. This must be a sign that we’re downtown for an event and the exact same day he sends an invite to a show. Like what are the chances? It’s completely meant to happen tonight. Right? I mean, it’s blatantly obvious. The stars must be aligned with the universe for this to happen. I’m sure of it. You only live once, so we gotta live it up, take risks… yadda yadda. All of those motivational Deepak Chopra books are coming in especially handy tonight. Really mustering up the courage to be super spontaneous. I prefer to plan to be spontaneous if you know what I mean.

Natasha and I drive up and down the now very dark, light-less street searching for the venue. The GPS is saying it is right here. We pull up to the curb and strain to see any numbers on doors and anything remotely resembling a club/venue. Natasha is back searching online on her cell for more info about this club. It says the Club has a specific symbol on the door, that’s how you’ll know it’s the right door to enter. What the…? 

We found the door with the symbol on it. It definitely doesn’t look like a club is behind that door. I put the car in park and we sit there in silence scoping out the area like 2 undercover detectives on a case. Carefully examining who’s coming in or out. Not alot of people around. A couple cars pull up in front and looks like some musicians hopping out of the car. They enter the symbolled door. Natasha and I look at each other. It’s like a secret club. Underground. We’re intrigued.

A few more people arrive and enter the door. We finally decided we came this far, K is going to be playing, there’s no turning back now, what’s the point if we don’t follow through. You always gotta follow through right? We’re no quitters.

Lets. Do. This.

We get out of the car and head for the door. This whole area is a little un-nerving and mysterious. But now we’re too far gone and curiosity has got the best of us at this point. And of course the main motivation pushing us forward is to finally see K play again. That and the probability that he’ll recognize me from the show 2 years ago (fat chance) and we’ll live happily ever after. Obvs.

I open the door and immediately there is a long narrow flight of stairs going up. We can hear people talking. Natasha and I are looking at each other as we proceed to climb the stairway up. We reach the top and it looks like someone’s apartment that has been semi transformed into a mini band rehearsal space with couches and some chairs spread around. There’s a girl waiting there. She gives us half a smile and tells us the ‘club’ fee is by donation which she says is typically $10.

She points us in the direction of where the entertainment area seems to be set up. We quickly choose a couple chairs in the middle of the room amongst a few cozy over sized couches along the sides of the room and a small apartment style bar in the left corner. It’s definitely not like any club I’ve ever seen, but I’m always up for living on the edge. That’s how I roll. (In my mind).
I tell myself that it’s gonna be awesome to see K perform again. We’re completely stoked.

There is literally a hand full of people in the room and it seems all eyes are on us. We get the feeling we were slightly out of place with this crowd. We started to think there was a high chance we’ve crashed someone’s private apartment party but they decided to let us stay and hang out cuz they felt bad for us. Not sure.

Granted our attire choices didn’t exactly blend well into the apparent hipster vibe. We did dress up really quite pretty… remember, for the Blogging Event we had attended earlier. Not quite what we would’ve chosen if we had planned in advance.

Looks something like this… Natasha had her beautiful, typically long flowing hair back in a tight-ish bun/braid (think school teacher vibe) and was sporting a pretty, light & bright elegant purple sweater with sparkles all over it no less. And of course to go right along with that I went all out and chose an awesome retro Le Chateau deep purple blazer (with an added sheen) anndddd shoulder pads. Yes. They’re making a comeback. Trust me. I read it in a magazine. So… yeah, definitely not club attire. We’re out of place.

We didn’t get a drink and no one offered. We didn’t move. We sat almost frozen, like the movie, and waited for K to perform. And we waited, and waited and waited some more. Finally it’s way past 11pm and a guy finally speaks into the mic and introduces a band. But it’s not K’s band.

What. The. Hell.

The opening band before K’s performance finally start playing their instruments. I’m relieved, at least to begin with. Let’s get this show on the road already. It’s difficult to describe to you with any amount of real accuracy the kind of music this assemble of musicians were attempting to play. There was lots of instruments playing at different times, in no particular rhythm or melody.

There was the drummer who basically was using any type of prop he could get his hands on whilst attempting to play the drums with the prop. He rubbed a chain like thingy across the tops of the drums over and over and played a violin rod up and down the side of the drum symbols producing the most incredibly awful sound possible. It was cray. Nothing was played in sync or together to form any acceptable sound. None of it made any sense in the slightest. It just kept going on and on and on. Like it was never going to end. We were confused.

This is what they meant by ‘Galaxy Music’.  Ahhhh… Note to self…
No More Gallaxy Music! Ever. Please Make It Stop! 

The entire friggin time Natasha was struggling to refrain from bursting out loud in laughter as the whole thing struck her something real funny. 

Me on the other hand found myself extremely bored and becoming increasingly agitated. I needed it to end already. Natasha and I are huge music lovers but I was silently losing my damn mind.

They were playing like forever.  I was continually checking my cell for the time, yawning uncontrollably, squirming in my seat trying to stay awake, realizing it was now 1AM! Wtf?! I was so flippin’ tired and getting to the point where I felt I just couldn’t take it one more minute. I had to work at 8 in the morning and the reality of what the hell am I actually doing here was kicking into high gear!

Finally that music stops. It seems its much too late, my nerves are already shot. I’m annoyed. I’m tired. I’m uncomfortable. I’m dreaming of getting home to bed to try and get what’s left of a good night sleep before work.

What seems like forever went by then K and his band start to play. He’s brilliant and amazing just how I remembered… however after only a couple of songs I was totally spent. I needed sleep and like now. But this party didn’t look like it would be ending anytime soon.

Natasha and I decided we had to quietly figure out a plan for our quick getaway. It was going to be tricky, there is no possible way to escape this club un-noticed. Obviously no matter how we do it, K and everyone else for that matter will see us leaving-mid set. Rude much?!

We basically listened to one more song and agreed to make a run fast walk for it immediately afterwards. I counted to 3 and we got our asses up and out the door. 

We could feel all eyes on us whilst walking out. Like how totally rude did we look leaving? I would’ve been staring too! People muttering under their breath as we’re walking by… ‘The nerve leaving when they were just getting started. Can you believe that?’

If K only knew how many times we’ve mentioned his damn name since seeing his band perform a couple of years ago. Or how many times we joked about his Facebook invites to his gigs. That the only reason we were even at this ‘underground’ club in the first place was to see him play. Instead he now thinks we disliked their music and walked out. We sat numb in our seats for hours watching this Galaxy music. Then we get up and leave when the musicians we really had interest in watching finally start playing.

The story of my life. Always at the wrong place or at the wrong time. Sometimes both. Make myself look very uncool and completely uninterested. Totally opposite of my intention.

If K ever reads this (highly F-ing unlikely), Sorry for walking out in the beginning of your show. I’m an idiot. You’re really talented.

So the other day I came out to the kitchen where Nat was and said to her, ‘Hey, just got a Facebook invite from K to his gig next Saturday. We should totally go. I think he definitely still loves me!’

You guys have any crazy crush/dating stories you want to share? Please please share them with us! Everyone has a story and we’d so love to hear them!

Til next time Lovelies,
Laura xo