Confession.

I have a confession to make.

 

A big one.

 

One that has me feeling like I haven’t been completely honest with you. I consider us sisters, a girl gang, a Spanx wearing, wine loving tribe – and I hate that I haven’t been transparent with you.

Over the last 6 months I’ve been in hiding – carb loading, emotional, and a little (read: A LOT) drained. BUT, I’ve been in this place for you. For us. For our sisterhood.

 

So, here’s to you:

 

“To the girl bosses and the CEOs of the household. To helicopter moms, cool moms, single moms and dog moms. To the women who feel like they are burning the candle at both ends working split-shift jobs and showing up late for T-ball games. To the women who intentionally chose not to have children, who live and breathe by grabbing a seat at the boardroom table or C-suite, and women who are gypsies and fully live a life of creativity and wonder. To the women who eat their feelings and refer to wine as just another one of their girlfriends (remind me to call Kim Crawford later). To the women who keep everything together even when it seems like it’s all falling apart. To the women who dream and the women who think they have forgotten how to dream.”

 

I wrote a book for YOU.

 

To remind you that…

 “You are brave, strong and resilient. You have the power to change the world and the lies it tells us. But to do that, you have to bend and flex, ebb and flow. You have to shatter the stiff, cold glass slipper. The slipper that doesn’t allow you to move with grace when life deals you a blow. The slipper that restricts your movement and squeezes you into someone else’s idea of perfection. The slipper that makes you feel fragile and easy to fracture.

 

Break the mold by taking back the truths about WHO you are and WHAT you can achieve. Push aside the myths, lies and bullshit that have you feeling “less than.” Once you do, the only thing you’ll fear at midnight is whether or not you have clean underwear for tomorrow. “

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THE BOOK IS TITLED BREAKING THE GLASS SLIPPER.

 Breaking the Glass Slipper has been a labor of love, and finally telling you about it feels like taking off your bra at the end of a long day. It’s freeing, and if I’m honest, almost euphoric – like angels orchestrating the biggest symphony above us. Cue the lights and set your calendar for August 23rd, 2018. On this day, I candidly share with you the mission my fashion business has set me on. A mission that debunks the myths that are holding women back.

 

I hope you will join me on this raw, hilarious, and painfully honest journey, or as we like to call it, movement. My goal with ALL of this is for us to share, connect and inspire one another. Every week until the release of the book on August 23rd, I will share a #BreaktheGlassSlipper story with you that reflects back to each chapter in the book. Next week we will start with our first chapter the Myth: Fashion is Frivolous and go from there. This should be fun! (and maybe a little cleansing)

 

Please join our email list (click here) to learn more about the book. We will keep you informed of the latest updates, happenings and all things worth sharing with regard to Breaking the Glass Slipper.

 

Cant wait to begin this incredible journey with you!

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XO, Elaine

 

 

 

Hot off the press.

Spring fever is setting in, and in true Elaine fashion I have started my spring cleaning. Nothing is quite as euphoric as throwing something away. Actually that’s not true- I can tell you several things that are more euphoric, but let’s just say tossing junk is in my top 10.

It is around this time of year that I step back and take stock of what really matters. Over time things collect, both in our spaces and in our minds. So, it is incredibly healthy (and satisfying) to de-clutter in all senses- from your noggin to your nooks and crannies.

As the years of spring cleaning have passed, I have realized that my most valued things are not actually things- they are experiences. I have been able to relinquish “stuff” as I have realized that moments are all I need. Moments spent with people, connecting and sharing. So, in honor of dusting off cobwebs, tossing out the old, and relishing in the new  I thought I’d share some connections I have made recently that I have truly enjoyed.

 

THRIVE GLOBAL

I am a girl boss hear me roar! Click here to read my top 5 leadership lessons that I have crafted after 18 years of entrepreneurship. Don’t worry, there is humor involved. Not all things ‘business’ have to be stuffy- although I do talk about stuffing myself into Spanx and how it taught me a valuable business lesson.

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SACRED SPACES

All creatures of habit raise your hand! Click here to read all about how I have created my own sacred space and get a peek inside my home! Now, if only it was socially acceptable for me to put Kim Crawford in a sippy cup and go to bed at 7:30…

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Leave a comment below with your spring rituals and/or a recent connection that you loved!

XO, Elaine

 

Princess Leia, Hurricanes, and Tatas.

Have you ever had an out of body experience? Where you are pulsing with energy and your life just doesn’t feel real; almost as if you are hovering above yourself witnessing something too complex for the human mind to process? I have. In fact, it was so profound that it has taken me weeks to put pen to paper–errr, finger to keyboard.

I’m talking about Mardi Gras.

Yes, you read that right. Mardi Gras was a profound experience for me and DEFINITELY not one I expected. All I set out for was a girls weekend of guilt free debauchery, and I left with a pocket full of wisdom and a suitcase full of beads.

This was a girls weekend that was planned a year in advance- organized by one of my favorite girlfriends.  She has a joyful spirit and spontaneity about life that is infectious. Truth be told she’s one of my favorite people in the world because she makes me feel alive when I am around her. She lived in New Orleans for several years, and is the only person who could make my true Texan blood crave a N’awlins address.

From the minute we arrived, the city felt electric. You know that feeling in a stadium when the music starts blaring as the team runs out and it feels as if everyone in the stands is bouncing in excited unison? It was palpable.

The first thing the Uber driver said to us was, “I need to hurry and go see my son walk in tonight’s parade- I count down the days until Mardi Gras, it’s better than Christmas for our family. We live for it.”  He was smiling ear to ear and it brought an immediate feeling of joy to me to see this man revel in the Mardi Gras spirit. There was a sparkle in his eye that was full of truth- a sparkle I couldn’t quite forget.

As I sat back in the Uber, pulling out my phone to check work emails, I pondered do I take myself too seriously? Do I not have enough fun? There is a true importance in stopping to recognize that life should be celebrated and embraced- are we underestimating JOY? At that moment, I tucked my phone back into my bag and said f’ it. I’m here to experience life in a way I never have before- I wanted to see what that sparkle was about. I vowed to myself to let go of my phone so that I could have two free hands (well maybe just one free hand…one hand is for hurricanes) and a completely free spirit.

I know the Mardi Gras reputation can weigh heavily on overly gluttonous drunkards all parading down Bourbon street wreaking havoc on the city- but to be honest, I have never witnessed such authentic joy. People could walk down the street naked, at any size, with glitter pasties and be celebrated- not mocked. People of all shapes and sizes stand shoulder to shoulder in the name a of a good time. People from all different walks of life come together to celebrate more than just Mardi Gras- they come to celebrate freedom. Freedom to be whoever the hell you want to be, to let your true freak flag fly, and to find a little youth and rebellion at any age.

The spirit of the city was so intoxicating that I found myself totally comfortable dressed as Princess Leia throwing beads off a float. In fact when we got back to the hotel that night I almost crapped my pants when I looked in the mirror and remembered what I left the hotel wearing…I will say some of that is due to alcohol, but most of it is attributed to being in a place of acceptance of all absurdities.

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At the end of the trip, I had learned a huge lesson about acceptance. I even had to accept that I was now 5 lbs heavier and would have a headache for days- but I wouldn’t have traded it for the world. I saw the true beauty in humanity, I saw the fire that lit a spark in our drivers eye. Pulling back from all the negative connotations I had about the chaos of Mardi Gras, I was able to open my eyes to what was going on between all the tatas, costumes and public drunkenness. I was able to see people celebrating each other for being exactly who they are in that moment.  Allowing myself to let go and live in the moment with my friends- laughing, being overly indulgent, and even doing downward facing dog in public (clearly I was overserved), is something I will cherish for a lifetime. I’ve already found myself trying to find ways to bring a little Mardi Gras spirit to my life here in Houston and I’m even saying ‘Dah’lin’ a little more too.

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XO, E