Burlesque At Its Best.

I’m quite pleased my friend Hilary shared this Upworthy video on Facebook a few days ago.

While we all love a good meaningless stupid comedy, It’s ever so refreshing to come across a powerful statement with a comical twist. Now let’s say we combined Comedy, Feminism, and Burlesque. What is the result? Only Nadia Kamil’s ever so charming stage set, where she strips down layer by layer to reveal….

Well, take a look for yourself.

Cream Of Spinach…

Tonight, a crème de la crème Elite member was checking into my hotel. We’re talking Top-Of-The-Line Member. After keeping him waiting (Curse that phone, always ringing off the hook), I suffered through the most award check in of my week. Nothing went wrong, just lots of stuttering, dropping things, plus that damn phone wouldn’t stop ringing – he could tell it had been a night. It was obvious I was trying my best to provide an extra “elite-worthy” experience, and frankly – failing.

Then he asked about our Ruth’s Chris’s coupons we often offer to our guests. I started writing his coupon out, and he asked me if I’d ever been to Ruth’s Chris.

Thinking he would ask for a recommendation, I told him, not yet, and tried to suggest a restaurant I knew, but he cut me off and said, “Well, Why Not Miss Phoebe?” I simply told him that Ruth’s was just outside my budget. He simply stared me down and gave it to me straight.

“Young Lady. Live your life. Quit screwing around and spoil yourself sometime. Go to Ruth’s Chris, get the steak, and then go do amazing things. Life is hard enough. I recommend the Cream of Spinach.”

Needless to say, by the end of the night, I had $15 in my pocket from tips from very sweet guests. My job isn’t that often one for collecting tips. Tonight, I was definitely reminded that hard work shows.


It’s Treat Yo Self Day, and I Can’t Decide.


It’s that time of month!

No, not that time of month. The other time, post 2nd paycheck, when I have a little bit more money to spare. I’ve worked hard all month, busting my butt to meet bills, savings goals, and all the emergency expenses are paid off. Now I’ve got a little wiggle room. Usually, I am so conflicted after a month of stalking certain needs  wants, that I can’t make a decision end up saving my leftover money. However, I’ve been snowed in for 2 weeks, kicked some test score’s butts, taken extra shifts at work, and gosh darn it, I haven’t threatened anyone’s life this month.

It’s time. I just can’t make up my mind. Someone tell me what to do!
Here’s our options:
1) Destination Print. It’s a combination of all the things I love: foreign cities, pretty fonts, and interior decorating. $33

2) Banksy Divers Print. Hello. So my favorite artist Banksy did a portrait of me and my man. Yes please. $22

3) Wave Ring. Because I’ve been consumed with the ocean since my last dive trip to St. Croix. $7

4) Fur Rug. The pelt is faux, but the style is SO real. $30

5) Moon Stacking Rings. The moon is so romantic, It was my first love. $18

6) Personalized Glitter Passport Cover. Need I say more?

Alright people. You know me. You know I’m horrible at making my own decisions. Help a sista out.

That One Shot With The Dog


Sometimes you just have to make a blog post devoted entirely to that one stellar shot from that one photoshoot that one time…

I had a blast last week in the blizzard playing model with my new friend Stephanie Richer. Once I get more pictures, I’ll most definitely be sharing. Until then, here’s the preview of our chilly afternoon.

It was so funny, I was leaning against that rock when a woman was walking her dog nearby. Stephanie was like, I wonder if she would let us take some pictures with her dog. I said, Stephanie. I need the pup. Get me the pup. And she did!

Hope everyone is keeping warm where you are!

If Banksy Was A Woman (Gaza Series Reveal)


What would happen to life as we know it if Banksy was in fact, a woman. (As opposed to the chiseled Englishman in a black trench coat, naturally with the collar popped that I KNOW we had all imagined…) I had always secretly hoped Banksy was a woman. Had such a thought ever been considered?

I mean,,,satire, dark humor, artistic talent, and political/social commentary… all at one? Yeah, totally could not have been a woman, right? Women aren’t capable of such things, right?

If Banksy was in fact a woman, I can only picture the heads exploding in Gaza, where Banksy’s most recent works have been unveiled. If you’re unfamiliar with Gaza’s Women’s Rights, it’s because there is no such thing there. It is becoming a thing, slowly and painfully… You know those nosy Western World concepts, fighting for equality and rights and what not…

On a separate political note, Banksy, man or not, has once again drawn eyes to a major issue happening overseas. Take a look at the newest series around Gaza.


A local man came up and said ‘Please – what does this mean?’ I explained I wanted to highlight the destruction in Gaza by posting photos on my website – but on the internet people only look at pictures of kittens. — Banksy


Inspired by “The Thinker” by Rodin the first piece is entitled “Bomb Damage”.


Gaza is often described as ‘the world’s largest open air prison’ because no-one is allowed to enter or leave. But that seems a bit unfair to prisons – they don’t have their electricity and drinking water cut off randomly almost everyday.  — Banksy


Thanks to Street Art News for the heads up! To Read More and follow Banksy Updates, Check Them Out!

Friday Favorites: Cabin Fever Edition


So when I wasn’t playing in the snow with the lovely Stephanie Richer (consider yourself warned, there’s a photostorm on the way once she finishes editing), I was cooped up in my igloo with nothing but my wits and a laptop.

Let’s just say I have three-quarters of my wedding planned and the tile for my mansion bathroom all picked out. Just check Pinterest. It’s all right there.

Unfortunately, what I thought was sucky cabin fever was beat out by the nightmare that is UT campus covered in ice. Yep, class is in session boys and girls. So I’m huddling for warmth at Einstein’s typing with frosted over fingers.


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As pretty as Knoxville is in the snow, I miss the days before the whiteout. It’s truely a doll of a city. However, I’m counting down the days till spring break. If the sweet postman survives the storm, he should be bringing me my Passport soon! I would love nothing more than to take it, wrap it in a glitter cover, and jet off to someplace warmer. I literally wait in the living room for the sound of the mailbox outside my door – just pinning and Etsying- waiting on Mr. Postman.

UGH! I hope everyone is keeping warm. Much Love!

– Phoebs

Prayers for Norah Cate


On February 16, 2015 at 4:02 in the afternoon in the midst of an ice storm, little Norah Catherine weighing only 14 oz, made her grand entrance into this world in a big way. Now Knoxville, Tennessee, and folks all around the country are rallying around this little angel. 25 weeks, and she’s already in this world.

Norah Cate, you’re so Unbelievably tiny, but our God does Unbelievable things.

They don’t call them God-given talents for nothing. I’m excited to use my love for creating/design to help spread the word about little miss Norah, and her fight at UT. I hope you’ll help me by sharing her story and sending some prayers the family’s way.

God Loves You, You Precious Fierce Little Thing!


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Ad Of The Week: Downy’s “Rip Your Clothes On”

This Ad of the Week is especially sweet, brought to you by your favorite Up and Coming Ad Industry Babe.

Ella Eyre’s delicate version of “We Don’t Have To Take Our Clothes Off” suits the campaign perfectly. In this clip, Downy’s concept is exceptional softness. You wouldn’t expect a laundry detergent to give you a case of the feels. This romantic little commercial however makes you want to kiss your special someone, then take on the day.

Way to Go Downy. You just make us wanna rip our clothes on.
P.S. We love when commercials share “Behind The Scenes” vids! Just as charming as the commercial itsself!

Hey Knoxville, Valentine’s Day Starts At Bradley’s


Anyone raised in North Knoxville knows what I mean when I say, The Chocolate Factory.
Right beside beloved Fort Kid, The Museum of Art, and the World Fair Park, there’s a tall brick building that’s changed quite a lot in the past 20 years.
One thing that hasn’t changed however, is the finest chocolate factory in the south.

Bradley’s Chocolate Factory has been serving up Valentine’s Day since long before I was around. I have had Chocolate Factory treats – Strawberries in the Snow – since I was just a little thing. My first Valentine, My Daddy of course, would fight the crowd on Feb 13th to secure our 1/2 Dozen white chocolate covered strawberries. I wish I had pictures of us sucking them down. I’m sure the tradition began before I had teeth, but you’ll have to ask him and mom.

Let’s just say, I’m not waiting around for my Valentine to maybe remember my Strawberries in the Snow. I will be there in line to grab my own goodies…

Surely, I’m not the only Chocolate Factory Fan out there! If anyone has any #Chocolatecoveredmemories my friends at Bradley’s and I want to know! Share your favorite Valentine’s Stories!







**note: This is not a paid Advertisement. I just really like chocolate.

Romeo and Juliet: Act 2, Scene 2



But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
  It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
  Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
  Who is already sick and pale with grief,
  That thou, her maid, art far more fair than she.
  Be not her maid, since she is envious;
  Her vestal livery is but sick and green
  And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
  It is my lady, O, it is my love!
  O, that she knew she were!
  She speaks yet she says nothing; what of that?
  Her eye discourses; I will answer it.
  I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks.
  Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,
  Having some business, do entreat her eyes
  To twinkle in their spheres till they return.
  What if her eyes were there, they in her head?
  The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
  As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
  Would through the airy region stream so bright
  That birds would sing and think it were not night.
  See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
  O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
  That I might touch that cheek!

Ay me!

She speaks!
  O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art
  As glorious to this night, being o’er my head
  As is a winged messenger of heaven
    Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes
  Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
  When he bestrides the lazy puffing clouds
  And sails upon the bosom of the air.

  O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
  Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
  Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
  And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

  Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

  ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
  Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
  What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
  Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
  Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
  What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
  By any other name would smell as sweet;
  So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
  Retain that dear perfection which he owes
  Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
  And for that name which is no part of thee
  Take all myself.