I'm clumsy. I trip over my own feet, bump into tables, and knock into doorways. My boyfriend even walks in front of me down stairwells, "just in case." So every time I do a photo shoot in a small, overstuffed boutique with tiny breakables hiding in every corner I start to sweat and immediately pull my personal items tighter to my body in the hopes of avoiding a massive, expensive collision. By Heather Summerville
I was recently interviewing the celebrity who's going to be on Lucky's December cover -- sorry, readers, can't tell you who she is just yet -- and when the time came to discuss her current favorite bag, she went off on a tangent about how bags have become too much of a "thing." Which I have to agree with. The latest crop of big-name designer "it" bags start at well over $1,000. So then I started thinking up a challenge for myself: What if the next three bags I bought were the last three bags I were allowed to buy (gasp) ever? And I only had a thousand dollars total to spend (a lot -- I know -- but let's consider that it's supposed to last me for the rest of my life)? What would I get?
By Heather Summerville
I'm a bit of a wallflower--it's a trait that's followed me since middle school. Yet I recently realized that my fear of attention has reared its ugly head in my closet, where there's not a beaded-sequined-shiny anything to be found. Where'd all the fun go? So out of worry that I'm letting my wardrobe turn into a drab nightmare, I've decided to step out of my comfort zone--way out of my comfort zone--and add a big statement necklace to my repertoire.
Our blogger learns the true meaning of "no pain, no gain."
Hunting for look-alikes that will have my guests quietly
pondering, "Is that the real thing?"
By Heather Summerville
A rainstorm recently quarantined me to my apartment for a good portion of a Saturday, and while it was nice to have an excuse to shuffle around in my pj's at 2 in the afternoon, it also forced me to acknowledge the fact that my clutter is out of control. Not surprising, given that my decor consists of tiny knickknacks I collect on my travels, a few family heirlooms, and a whole bunch of cheap furniture that's survived seven moves in just as many years and has all the banged-up edges to prove it. So my new mission is to conquer the mess and look for a few streamlined additions that will hopefully make my apartment look chic and pulled together.
It's nearing the end of the season, so now's the time to score those last few just-out-of-my-price-range pieces.
There are some things I can't justify paying full price for. I see them. I want them. But when the time comes to fork over the cash, the angels of my better nature chime in and I put my wallet away. It's about now in the season, however, that I revisit those bypassed purchases I can't stop thinking about to see if maybe they're on sale (and still miraculously available in my size).
Why should kids be the only benefactors of a new wardrobe
come fall?
By Heather Summerville
When I was still in school, I looked forward to the two
weeks before classes started all summer because it meant hours-long trips to
the mall with my grandmother for new clothes. We'd rummage through the new fall magazines, tearing out pictures of
shoes we liked or pants we wanted. Then we'd hit every store in

A nature-phobic city girl finds her way into the wild--sort of.
There are few things I hate more than camping. I love the outdoors--fishing, kayaking, perhaps a nice nature walk--but at the end of the day I want a hot shower and a soft bed. Yes, I know, this admission renders me dangerously close to being classified as high-maintenance, but I've tried it enough times to know camping's just not for me.