Shedding 2025, like the snake it was.

I turned 29 this past October 30th, which means I’m officially living in my final year of my twenties. And instead of panicking about it the way I always assumed I would, I feel excited. Grounded. Ready. My next birthday will be my champagne birthday, and for those who don’t know what that is- it’s when you turn the age that your birthdate falls on. (30 on the 30th). A new decade- and while I know nothing magically resets overnight, everything right now feels like it’s lining up exactly the way it’s supposed to.

For the first time in my life, I stayed in one place long enough to learn my routines and get comfortable in them. Laguna Beach stopped being somewhere I passed through and became somewhere I lived- fully. No packing. No back and forth. No feeling like half of me was always somewhere else.

Morning In’s:

Matcha
Tongue Scrapping
Warm lemon water before anything
Cymbiotika Magnesium
Skinny Confidential Ice Roller
Journal/Blog/Read
Walk Scotty
Early start

I grew up splitting my time between my mom’s house and my dad’s house, and I was lucky. I always felt loved and supported, I had the best childhood. Movement was normal. Adapting came easily. I never really questioned it. But being rooted somewhere did something subtle to me. It quieted the noise. It made space.

From what I remember, the year began with my first polo match, countless horse shows (obviously), and the kind of sunsets that make you stop mid-sentence- you all know my weakness for a good sunset photo. It was also a season of saying yes: leaning into school, chasing opportunity, and getting my hands on anything I could in the LA fashion industry.

Then there was Vegas- Rob and Lex’s secret wedding at the Little White Chapel. No big production, no guest list for show. Just them, a small group of us, and one of those nights you know you’ll remember forever. A vintage Mercedes with cans tied to the back, photos in the streets of old Vegas, dinner at the Bellagio fountains, and ending the night at a private jazz club where Bruno Mars preformed.. it was literally one of the best nights I’ve ever had. It felt timeless. Effortless. Exactly them. I had a new appreciation for intimate weddings.

Black Dress link : Meshki- Mesh Maxi Dress

Somewhere in all of that, I went back to school for fashion design. Sewing. Pattern making. Construction. It wasn’t just sitting behind a laptop; it was learning how things are actually made. And once you understand that, you stop looking at clothes the same way. Fashion stopped being about trends and started being about intention. Fit. Purpose. Choice. And honestly, so did my life.

At the same time, I was driving to LA constantly for unpaid internships. Long days, long drives, a lot of time sitting in traffic. I knew the experience would be worth every minute, and it was. Some things you don’t question when you know you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Working with stylists- especially Maeve Reilly, still feels insane to say out loud?? I used to watch her YouTube videos with my best friend growing up and think, I want that job. And suddenly, I was there. Running around Rodeo Drive. Sitting in fittings. Dropping off clothes at houses in the Hollywood Hills that belonged to people I grew up watching on TV- people I admired from afar. It didn’t feel flashy. It felt quiet and strange and grounding. Like my life had shifted without asking me if I was ready.

February turned into March, and life kept layering itself on. Super Bowl parties with mini horses running around like it was completely normal. My mom coming to visit- which always feels sacred, because time together isn’t something I take lightly anymore. Long walks with Scotty. Becoming a full-blown homebody without fighting it.

Then Coachella happened (which still feels like a fever dream).

Backstage was chaos in the most real way. Steamers everywhere. Stylists moving fast. Artists prepping for their performance. I spent the entire afternoon steaming choir robes for Benson Boone’s backup singers, and on top of that there was a massive custom Dolce & Gabbana cape (full Cruella de Vil energy). Making sure that cape was perfectly prepped like my life depending on it. If you saw his Coachella performance, you know what I’m talking about.

After that, it felt like everywhere I looked there were familiar faces- people I grew up seeing on TV, magazine covers, on my Spotify playlists- just standing beside you, grabbing food at the artist restaurant, existing like everyone else. Coachella really is its own little world. And being inside it, surrounded by people I’d admired from afar, something clicked. Like…no I don’t want to be in Fashion Design making clothes- I need to be in styling. Once all the pretty pieces are made, I get to put it all together.

From there, the year kept unfolding. Palm Springs. The Sphere. Staying the summer at an estate near the horse show that felt like you were in a dream. Palm-lined driveways, horses behind white fences, a Spanish villa with a massive pool. Learning to cook. Mexico trips. Beach days. Garden projects. Slowing down without guilt. Building deep connections with friends who now feel like family.

This year also asked me to let go- quietly. Clothes that no longer felt like me. Old aesthetics. Old impulses. I stopped buying for versions of myself I don’t want to become anymore.

2025 was equal parts unforgettable and uncomfortably transformative. The kind of year that gives you stories you’ll tell forever- and lessons you didn’t ask for, but needed anyway. It challenged me, softened me, and somehow still surprised me with the highest high’s and low low’s. And if you made it this far, i’ll leave you hear with a few of the things I loved in 2025…without explanation.