Missing Our Honeymoon in Hong Kong…

Erik and I looked at the calendar a few days ago and realized that it’s been an entire year since we went to Hong Kong for our honeymoon – how time flies! We also traveled to Australia and New Zealand, two places that are near and dear to my heart, but our time in Hong Kong was particularly magical. It’s a magical city!

The week between Christmas and New Year’s is known as WinterFest, with over-the-top light spectacles on seemingly every building and around every corner. Christmas is a big deal in Hong Kong–seriously, there are decorations, trees, and lights everywhere–but it’s really all leading up to New Year’s Eve. New York and Sydney get all the NYE love, but if you can make it to Hong Kong once in your life for a New Year’s celebration there, I urge you! Here, a few of our favorite moments from last year:

BeautyMama’s Hair Rules for Moms

Michele Brown of Beauty Mama writes:

There are many theories why pregnant women grow wondrous manes. Hormones. Prenatal vitamins. No one really knows for sure. The important thing to realize is that full head of hair is fleeting. A few weeks after giving birth you start to shed. Like, hundreds upon hundreds of strands a day. Your shower drain will clog. Your brush will look like Cousin It. While it will be a little scary, it will stop. I promise. And over the course of the year, you will grow baby bangs (remember Katie Holmes’ wedding photos?) and have an undergrowth of short fuzzy hair around your entire head.

Big Day, Big Deal! (Or, How It Took Me Nearly 6 Years to Get Another Book Contract)

I signed my book contract today: I’m officially a member of the HarperCollins family again!

It’s funny how dreams rarely manifest the way you initially envisioned them. After publishing my second book Confessions of a Beauty Addict in 2009, I spent YEARS working on a few different manuscripts. My first stab was a book called The Glossy Posse (which later evolved into a work called Clementine and Olivia), about two half-sisters (one in Palm Beach, one in London) who meet for the first time after their wealthy English father dies. Since I was fresh off the polo circuit, naturally it featured lots of horses, Hooray Harrys for days, a fair share of entitled billionaires, stately homes that make the one on Downton Abbey look small, and alcoholics aplenty. (I was going through a big Jilly Cooper phase.)