Ding Dong The Dickheads Dead!

It is a very surreal feeling to one day open your mail and get a notice from the state that your marriage is officially over. It is a true mix of emotions; happy, sad, elation, failure, success, motivation, excitement and so on. On March 18, 2013 I experienced that feeling (for the second time). I opened the papers telling me that as of March 14, 2013 I was officially and legally divorced – hallelujah! I also discovered that my x had not paid me the correct amount of settlement he owed me on top of that I still did not have my belongings back. I wanted my custom-made Chanel flats back, and I wanted them NOW!

I quickly sent out a group text to my close friends, letting them know the joyful news!

“Congrats!” “Can’t wait to celebrate!” “About fucking time!” were just a few of the cheerful responses I got. My favorite though was “Ding Dong the Dickheads Dead!” LOL, it still makes me giggle when I say it in my head, singing it like the Wizard of Oz original!

In light of this financial discovery, I called my lawyer and asked him what I should do. I made the phone call as quickly as possible; I had been very happy not paying him for the last few months, but I needed a word of advice. He suggested I try to resolve the matter directly with my x, via email, and if that didn’t work he would be happy to draft a letter and alert the court.

So I did just that. I constructed a very civil email stating that I needed my items back as soon as possible and that according to our final papers I was due additional money. He didn’t owe me that much money, but my settlement was such joke anyway, and I wanted to make sure I got all of it! He replied the next day letting me know that he was very busy. He was getting quotes from movers and would let me know shortly but he was sure to tell me that he was traveling a lot for work so it might take a while. Of course, sure I thought, it had only been 14 months, and I can totally see how he would need some more time to return things that didn’t belong to him! What a jerk I thought to myself but decided not to be a bitch about it. You get more bees with honey, right? I simply wrote him back to say that I understand he is busy, but I need the money, which he didn’t address at all in his reply, and my belongings back as soon as possible.

He sent me an email a few days later, telling me how tight money was for him right now. He also didn’t like the quotes he and been given by movers, so he was looking for a few more. I replied with a short and curt email stating that I would hate to have to get our lawyers involved. He quickly shot back an email expressing his hatred for my lawyer and his inability to bay any additional billable hours to his legal team.

The next day I was flying to Scottsdale to spend time with my family and our close friends. It was spring break for my nieces, and I couldn’t wait to see them. I was filling my family in on the great news about my divorce and mentioned that he still owned me money and my things. I followed up by telling them that I was looking at the bright side and focusing on how happy I was now that I was officially divorced. I also said that I was handling it myself, so I didn’t have to pay my lawyer again. Suddenly I noticed that my father was turning a shade of red I had never seen. When I asked what was wrong, he said this, “I am sick and tired of this shit and you being jerked around by him. Look, he returns your belongings and pays you your money right now, or I am taking over. My lawyer will handle the case, and I will keep his ass in court just for fun if I have to. Tell him I said that!” Damn I love my dad!

I have to admit that my parents had been wonderful during my divorce and, at my request, had let me handle it. It was my mistake, and I needed to figure it out myself and up until now I had been doing a pretty good job. I had only seen that look in my dad’s eye a few times, and I knew he meant business. It told him how thankful I was for his support but asked that he let me speak to my x before his lawyer did anything. He agreed.

After dinner that night I decided to write him another email, I got the point right away. I also cc’d my father. The email was something like this;

Dear x.

Good news, I agree, I would hate to have our lawyers get involved as well and to be honest I don’t’ want to deal with my lawyer either. The bad news for you is that it wouldn’t be my lawyer, it will be my fathers. He has stayed away from our divorce, per my request, but that is not the case any longer. I either have my belonging delivered to LA, and your payments brought current by the end of the month or legal actions will be taken. My father will control and fund all legal expenses on my end from this time forward. It has taken a ridiculous amount of time for you to send my things, and I am done waiting. I am sorry it has come to this. Please let me know your arrangements as you as you make them.


Well, within three days I had a check bringing his payments current, and I had a scheduled date to receive my things from the movers he miraculously found. It was a miracle- LOL.

Standing on the sidewalk of a Public Storage is not my idea of a fun time. As the unmarked moving truck pulled up, and I met the men who had my life in their hands, I got a sick feeling in my stomach. As they began to unload my life that was packed in boxes and wheel it into a storage unit I started to feel light-headed. Jack told me to sit on the curb and take a rest, even more glamorous than standing on the sidewalk. As I watched, things being rolled off the back of the truck I could tell things were missing. My coffee table, an area rug, my couch, etc. but at that moment I didn’t even care- I just wanted it over. Once they had finished loading the unit, Jack asked if I wanted to look to make sure everything was there. I told him to lock the door, we were leaving, I didn’t even want to look at the stuff.

When I asked the head guy what I needed to sign to get out of there, he said, “I was the guy who picked up all of these things from your husband.”

“Ex- husband,” I quickly corrected him.

He went on to say, “you know I think he really misses you. The way he talks about you, you can tell he still loves you, you know. He said he wished you didn’t move out.”

Trying not scream in the nice mans face I simply signed my name and said, “well then you can tell him he shouldn’t have had a girlfriend the entire time we were together and married.”

I couldn’t even look him in the eye, I took my copy of whatever it was I had signed and walked to my car. How dare he tell me that my husband misses me?? What fucking business is it of his? He had a lot of nerve, and he better be glad I had taken an emotional kick in the gut that day and wasn’t up to my full strength.

Single & Stylish,
xx Keylee


*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

I Discovered I Had A Bad Habit.

After another incredible, yet over the top, evening with Sam and I was craving some normalcy. I love grand gestures and fun adventures but at the end of the day I am a girl that was raised on a cattle ranch in Kansas. I wanted to be in a relationship with someone who had some stability. That was not Sam. My relationship with him was a classic example of; what attracted me to him most was what I ended up not liking about him. Each time I suggested I cook for him or we stay in and order food, he found an excuse to why we should go out. Soon he found an excuse for everything. In my heart, I knew where things with Sam went wrong. I was too available, and he was the type of guy that enjoyed the chase. Yes, I wanted to get married again, but not next week! I have a bad habit that I must now confess; When I am dating someone I really like, I want to be with them. I know, I am an awful person. I make them a priority, and I try to be a good partner by making time and room for them in my life. I know we are all supposed to play the dating game, but I suck at it, and I think it is ridiculous.

This was a man who had admittedly had a crush on me for ten years and now that I was in front of him and available I scared him. “Scared him?” I don’t even know what that means; it is the dumbest excuse I have ever heard. I don’t want a man that spooks that easily (but, as I have found out it is a common excuse for men). After a few canceled dates, I was done and stopped returning his calls. I thought this would be the end of Sam… but is defiantly was not.

My friend Derek and I were at lunch a few days later, and I was filling him in on all the Sam updates, suddenly my phone rang. On cue, it was Jaxton. He wanted to know how I had been and if I wanted to have dinner. YES, abso-fucking-lutly! When I hung up the phone, I had a huge smile on my face. Derek looked at me and laid it out; “you know what your problem with men is?” “No, but I am super interested that you know, please enlighten me,” I said being my usual smart ass self. He continued, “you really need to stop this recycling program.” “What are you talking about?” I asked, being slightly defensive. “You! You recycle all your men. You need to meet new men! All the men you are dating are men from your past!” He said with, what I thought was, a total judgmental tone. Ugh, I hated to admit it, but he was right, I had a bad habit. Wait I thought “Not Andrew, what about Andrew? He was new” I said with great pride. “Oh yeah, because that worked out so well. Were you really about to move to Portugal and hang laundry outside for the rest of you life? I think not.” He was right again, and just the thought of that being my life sent us both into a hysterical fit of laughter… what WAS I thinking?

Jaxton was different though. He wasn’t just a recycled guy; he was Jaxton, my Jaxton. We had a very very long history; he was my happy place and my comfort zone. Sam and I clearly were not serious, not anywhere near exclusive so why would I say no. Technically we weren’t even still seeing each other, and technically I still had a husband. I felt that gave me free will to do whatever felt right go me. At that moment, Jaxton felt right.

The night before my dinner with Jaxton, Sam called again, and he finally got up the nerve to be honest. Well, that’s not exactly true; I confronted him and made him be honest with me. He gave me the “I think we are in different places right now” speech. I found it funny because when we were in Turks and Caicos his version of the same speech was “We are in the same place, and I want the same things.” My, my how a few thousand miles and two weeks can change a mans mind, though I couldn’t agree more. He was in the place of “I am single and have a boat load of cash, so no way do I want to date just one woman.” And I was in the place of “I am a bit fragile and want to date a good guy without getting serious right away.” I decided that if he needed to think that I wanted a serious relationship to make himself feel better about ending it, that was fine by me. If I have learned anything, it is that being in a relationship or even dating someone that has one foot out the door is never going to end on a positive note.

Dinner with Jaxton later that week was everything I expected; romantic, torturous and amazing. We got to reminiscing, which I loved and hated at the same time. I was heading to New York soon for work, and he began talking about a time when he and I were in NY together. He brought up the one memory that I had tried to forget so many times yet was branded clearly into my mind forever.

Many years before I had even met my current nightmare of a husband, Jaxton and I were in New York at the same time. It was the week before Thanksgiving, my favorite time of year in the city. He was there for work, and I was there to see friends.

We decided to meet for dinner, but he needed to make a stop before hand. He was producing the production of a major event and needed to check in on rehearsals. It was our private show; it was a few nights before the big show and no else was watching. This was something very few people will ever see, and it was magical. As we stood there, Jaxton overseeing things and me watching the Broadway dancers hit every mark, I wanted to pinch myself, what little girl doesn’t dream of something like this? Suddenly it started to rain and the next thing I knew we were running through the streets of New York on our way to dinner, ducking in and out of doorways, to avoid getting totally soaked… it was beyond romantic. We had a fantastic dinner, drank great wine, had lots of laughs and then decided to meet up with some friends at a bar. It was a perfect New York night, with the exception of one thing; one of us was not “available.”

I was staying at the Waldorf Astoria, and he was staying on the other side of town. We grabbed a cab, and the first stop was my hotel. The entire lobby was decorated for Christmas; garland on everything that stood still, a giant tree in the lobby covered in glass ornaments, twinkle lights glowing in the dark- it was spectacular. As we stood there we both knew, nothing could happen between us. It wasn’t our time. It wasn’t right. I have never wanted to kiss someone so badly in my life as I did at that moment. Jaxton leaned in, kissed me on the cheek and said goodnight. I stood at the top of the stairs and as he walked away. He stood on the sidewalk as the rain turned to snow looking back though the revolving door. It was a moment right out of the sappiest romcom you have ever seen… but it was real. It was one of the most difficult moments of my life. I wanted to scream out; I wanted to run after him. I couldn’t move. I could do nothing but stand there with my eyes welling up with tears. The doorman hailed him a cab, and he away he went.

Now that I look back I know that was the moment I realized I was truly in love with Jaxton. And now here we were over eight years later at dinner and just by talking about it took me right back to that moment, it still gave me butterflies. The only good thing was that so many years later, we were both available and the night would end very differently!

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

Just thinking about New York in the fall makes me excited and I still think it is one of the most romantic city’s in the world! Luckily I am traveling there next week for a friends wedding and this time of year is all about boots and layering!

*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

I Had Found Heaven.

The next morning I woke up from a sleep so deep that for a moment I wasn’t sure where I was. As I blinked my eyes open it was like a dream; huge four poster bed, white linen everywhere, the sun peaking in the wooden pocket doors and the smell of the ocean filling in the air. I was fairly sure that I was in heaven. I grabbed a robe and opened the pocket doors to find Sam on the deck reading the paper on his iPad and enjoying coffee. I had no concept of what time it was and more importantly, I didn’t care. Once again, he had ordered most of the breakfast menu, and I enjoyed my little buffet. As we sat there on the closed in porch, I was itching to jump into the ocean. The water in Turks and Caicos is crystal clear and warm, the type of ocean you want to run and dive in head first. As I said to Sam that I was going to go for a swim, he looked at his watch and said “okay, but make it quick. A cart will be here to pick us up in 20 minutes.” “Oh really?” I asked, “and where are we going in 20 minutes?” “To the spa, we have manicure and pedicure appointments this morning,” he replied with a great big grin. “How wonderful!” I said as bent down to give Sam a kiss, and then ran to change into a swimsuit. I figured I had 10 minutes to swim and 10 to get ready for the spa. Gotta love a man who gets a mani/ pedi.

The water felt amazing and after my quick dip I rinsed off, threw on one of my new sundresses from our shopping spree (I knew Sam would get a kick out of me wearing the things he had bought- plus they were all so fabulous I couldn’t wait to wear them). Just as I put on some lip gloss, Sam yelled that the cart had arrived. Since we had arrived at the resort in the dark, I hadn’t seen anything but the beach. It was breathtaking. The whole island had a Dirty Dancing feel to it; the larger part of the hotel was on the hill, many smaller buildings all around and then the little villa’s on the beach with golf cart paths in between. The landscaping and flora was beautiful and smelled even better, many of the flowers I had never even seen. At the top of the hill, we arrived at a simple building with a long stone entrance; the spa! Little did I know at the time that I would be spending a fair amount of time there. I am not always a fan of spa mani / pedi’s; they are overpriced and take forever but, this time it was so heavenly I just sort of melted into the chair and utterly enjoyed the whole experience.

My spa services took a bit longer than Sam’s so I told him to go ahead, and I would meet him at the pool. It would be the first time since I landed in Miami that I would have a bit of time to myself, and I needed a minute to breathe! After my services, a driver took me back to our villa, and I just collapsed on the couch, let out a huge sigh and took it all in. “Am I really here?” I asked myself. I sat there for a moment longer and then said out loud “yes, you are really here but only for the weekend so get your butt off the couch and go enjoy it!” I threw on my sexiest swimsuit, a new cover-up, flip flops, grabbed my sunscreen and headed to the pool. I found Sam in a lounge chair under an umbrella, on one side of him was sun and the other was shade. As I walked up he said he wasn’t sure which I preferred, sun or shade, so he picked both. It was a really cute gesture and of course I picked the sun. Before I could hardly relax Sam decided it was time for a cocktail, I never have to be talked into a cocktail so I agreed and said, “I will have whatever you are having.” Sam didn’t like to sit still for very long so he got up and walked to the bar. Soon he came back with two drinks in hand, I didn’t even have to ask what it was, I knew it was tequila. After our second cocktail Sam rolled over in his lounge chair and said “I am really glad last night happened.” I was a little taken back by this ‘out of nowhere comment’ but giggled to myself and thought… “yeah, I bet you are!” In reality, I just smiled and said “me too.”

We ordered lunch and just as I thought that I would drift off in the shade for a quick nap a woman showed up and said, “the cart is ready when you are Sam.” I sat up and said, “Where are you going?” He looked at me and smiled, “we are going back to the spa for a massage.” I didn’t think I could handle any more surprises but, the spa twice in one day was a surprise I didn’t mind at all. As Sam walked to take a phone call, I closed out our tab. I was in shock, how could lunch and a few cocktails equal $450? I thought it must be a mistake until I looked at the itemized bill that showed our cocktails were not just cocktails; they were $45 glasses of tequila. It was very typical Sam, so I signed the bill and looked around for him. I wondered who he was talking to for a moment and why he had to walk away. I let it go and walked to the cart. I hadn’t even turned my phone on and I was really good at ignoring emails from my lawyer, I still had not forgiven him for the mix up in court.

During the massage, I drifted into the nap I had been thinking about and afterwards all I wanted to do was get back in the ocean. Sam was up for it and as we walked from our villa to the beach, about 20-30 seconds, we noticed that most of the women were topless on the beach, and some of the people were totally naked. I wasn’t about to get totally naked but when in Rome, I could go topless. We spent the rest of the afternoon on the beach, in the water, talking, laughing, kissing… it was all pretty perfect. I found out things like; Sam still wanted more children (bonus), he had wanted to ask me out for years, he told me about his family and what it was like growing up for him, we talked about our divorces… it was really nice to lay all of it out on the table. After the beach I walked back to the house with the intention of using the little girls room, the big bed looked so heavenly that I grabbed a pillow and thought; I will just close my eyes for a moment, I was so relaxed. Next thing I know Sam was waking me up and hour and half later!

Dinner that night was amazing, the food was fantastic, the wine was even better and the atmosphere was unparalleled. I had found my happy place.

The next day as I woke up, again in what I was still convinced must be heaven, I found Sam with a menu asking me what I wanted for lunch. Lunch? We hadn’t even had breakfast. “Why are we ordering lunch?” I asked. “I charted a boat for the day so we can snorkel and island hop, the resort is going to send us with a picnic, “ he said. I literally squealed with excitement. Boat? Island hopping? Picnic lunch? Everything he just said made me excited! As I slipped into a swimsuit I realized I didn’t have a beach bag of sorts to take on the boat. As I asked Sam if he did, full well knowing he would not, he suggested we run to the gift shop and buy one. “Well, what time does the boat leave?” I asked; I didn’t want to make us late. “Whenever we want it to, it is our boat for the day,” he said with a laugh. Oh, that was a good point. A day on the boat was my favorite time we spent together. Our guides were excellent and took us to the best snorkeling spot, dove down and brought up a HUGE starfish for me to hold (of course we tossed it back), laid out our picnic lunch on the beach and took us to Iguana island- that was not my favorite. I am terrified of lizards and barely got off the boat during that stop.

As we cruised back to the resort, I couldn’t stop smiling. It was the first time in a long time I had not thought of my husband, my divorce, or work. What was this magical feeling I barley recognized? Oh, yeah…. I was happy. I wanted this feeling to last forever!

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

On this trip I had forgot my beach bag but this fall the bags are too beautiful to forget! Here are my favorites, with the exception of the Prada Saffiano Cuir Camo bag that I have posted about 100 times.

*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Why Was He Doing All Of This?

The next day my eyes popped open early, and I bound out of bed, no jet lag or hang over from the Don Julio 1942- the excitement had taken over. I could hear Sam was up in the next room, so I splashed some water on my face, brushed my hair, curled my eye-lashes and put on a little lip gloss for good measure and casually walked into the living room.

I walked into to find him watching the new and sitting with the entire table food of food; Sam had ordered almost the entire breakfast menu! “Would you like some coffee? Eggs? Pancakes? Bacon?” He asked. “I wasn’t sure what you liked for breakfast, so I ordered a variety,” he continued. “More like you ordered the entire menu,” I said. “I would love some coffee.”

I sipped my coffee, and Sam seemed anxious, soon he was almost pacing around the room. “I am so excited for today, you are going to love it- first up we shop, what store would like to go to first?” He asked. I was a bit taken back, but smiled; it was adorable that he was that excited. I had decided to forgo the salon appointment for a couple of reasons; one, I didn’t want to waste the time and two, I could never cheat on Gareth. We had been in a 3-year hair relationship, and I was not about to start cheating on him- he nor my hair would ever forgive me! “You decide where we should go first, and I will get dressed,” I said. Soon we were in the rental car, top down, and heading toward Bal Harbour. As a stylist and professional shopper I, of course, had heard of Bal Harbour and knew it was one of the most prestige shopping malls in the country but I had never been.

As we entered the outdoor mall, I was in heaven, it was every designer store you could possible name in one place. Before I knew what was happening I was in the dressing room of Stella McCartney trying on a few things, I left with my first pair of Stella McCartney shoes and a top. Next we went to Prada, where I found myself standing in the most amazing python heels I had ever seen and soon they were mine. I kept telling Sam that he didn’t have to buy me something in every store, but it wasn’t sinking in for him. In James Perse and Calypso we picked up piles of white linen, flip flops, swimsuit cover-ups and accessories. Next, Hermes, Jimmy Choo, and Neiman Marcus was our last stop. Sam needed to pick up a few things from the Jack Black counter, and I fell in love with the most amazing Diane von Furstenberg flowing green gown. It was like something that would have walked down a Halston runway in the 70’s. I had no idea where I would ever wear it; I was almost certain I wouldn’t need it on an island, but I would have worn this dress grocery shopping it was so beautiful. Sam saw the look on my face and insisted on buying it. Not wanting to offend him, I said yes. I am good like that! The whole day was a Pretty Woman experience, without the obvious hooker element.

We could barley fit all the packages in the back seat of the car; it literally looked like a cheesy advertisement for the shopping center. It was over the top, ridiculous and absolutely fantastic! We soon realized the time and knew we had hurry back to the hotel so we could catch our flight, not to mention that I had now had an entire suitcase full of new clothes I would need to try and accommodate. As I was packing up I had a thought, why? Why was Sam spoiling me like this? My husband showered me with gifts, but in the end I discovered it was only to cover up his guilt and time with other women. I couldn’t help but think that Sam was trying to cover something up as well. I hated that those thoughts even entered my mind, but they did. I didn’t have time to think about it for too long and as I zipped up my over stuffed suitcase I thought; thank goodness we were flying first class, and it was an international flight, I would be allowed to have a 70lb bag!

Soon we were on our flight and headed to, what is now my favorite place, the breath taking Turks and Caicos. By the time we were in the air it was getting dark and by the time we landed at the tiny open-air run down airport, it was pitch dark. The driver was waiting for us and after he loaded our bags we took a short drive to a building. It was not the resort, but it was where we would get on the boat to go to the resort. A beautiful woman with beautiful olive skin wearing a white polo and tan skirt met us at the door with cold towels and food menus. “By the time you arrive on the island the restaurant will be closed,” she informed us, “if you would like to put your order in now then we will have your dinner waiting when you arrive at your villa.” Villa? I thought, but, of course, didn’t say anything to Sam. I smiled and ordered a piece of fish with veggies. The truth was I as starving! Other than the warm nuts and snack we were served on the flight over I hadn’t really eaten all day!

The air was warm and thick, and the boat ride was calming, the wind mixed with the hum of the engine and gentle rocking of the boat as we sped across the water was hypnotizing. It was pitch black with only the moon lighting our path and the stars; the stars were brilliant! I don’t think we have that many stars in LA. After about 30 minutes in the boat we arrived at the islands dock. My hair was windblown and messy, my shoes were off, I was with a great guy and I was smiling from ear to ear; I could feel myself starting to relax. The best part was that our weekend was just beginning!

The island has a no car policy, so a golf cart picked us up and after a short drive we arrived at our villa. It was just as you would picture a villa on an island would be; white linen covered furniture, doors leading to a patio with a private pool and beach access, a bedroom, a small kitchen area and huge ceiling fans hanging from the wood covered valuted ceilings in every room. I immediately had to dip my toes in the ocean! As the bellman unloaded our suitcases and room service was setting up our dinner Sam, and I went off our deck and walked to the ocean. The water was as warm as bathwater with no waves and the moonlight bounced off the water like it was dancing. If I had to pick my top 5 most romantic moments in life, this would be one of them. Sam was holding my hand as we stood there with our toes in the water. I made mention of how beautiful it all was, and he pulled me in closer. “Thank you for saying yes,” he said. Before I could say anything, he kissed me. This was not just a peck on the lips as we had done before; it was a slow passionate, very romantic kiss. As my toes sunk into the sand I couldn’t help but think about how I never wanted to forget this moment.

We walked back to our room to eat dinner and opened a bottle of wine; I think we both finally felt a bit settled and started to talk. Sam and I had always had great conversation, and this was no exception. Soon the day, the excitement and the wine caught up to us, and we were exhausted. I wanted to unpack, and then it was time to sleep. This would be the first time Sam and I ever stayed together and I won’t deny that it was a touch awkward. Before we even got into bed, we were kissing again, we found out that we were really good at it. I stopped us before things got too heated and said flat out, “we are not having sex!” He started to laugh, “I was only kissing you, I haven’t tried anything- of course we are not,” he said it as if he should be earning a gold star or something. Then he kissed me again…….at least I tried to put my foot down!

Single & Stylish,

xx Keylee

Since this story took place over two years ago the items I got during my shopping spree are no longer available, unless you are in my closet, but if given the chance this fall to pick our my favorite luxury items these would be at the top of my list!


*All of the events I have written about in the above and previous posts are about me, my life, my experiences and from my point of view.

© Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Keylee Sanders, Style Studio LLC and KeyleeStyle.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.