Ever wondered what runs through the mind of a fashion model while she’s walking down a 72 ft. long runway? Me too. I mean, they always look angry and hungry. ARE they angry and hungry? Are they thinking about food? Do they feel pretty? Are they worried about the tempo of the music? Are they worried about falling? Really, the number of questions I have on the subject are endless.

Luckily, I recently had the privilege of walking for a few different lines for LA Fashion Week, unveiling the fall collections of some talented designers (including my sponsor, Tatyana Designs).


I took the opportunity during to do a little observational research, monitoring my own thought process as a means for FINALLY answering my burning questions. (Besides, “How many licks does it take to get to the center of the Tootsie Roll Pop,” I can’t think of anything else that vexes me more). I tried my best to maintain awareness and log away my thoughts. Here’s what I recall…

When Dustin Lynch Calls…

Thursday, 27 March 2014 by

I sat with my coffee cup suction cupped to my lips, barely registering the time on my phone at 8 AM.

In case you didn’t know, there’s one of those in the morning, too.

I’d been up for an hour prepping for phone interviews for a USA Today piece. I still wasn’t quite awake but I never fully got to sleep the night before. So it just felt like I was living in a constant fog. I kept having nightmares that my voice recorder erased my phone interview with country’s hottest new male artist, Dustin Lynch.

Photo courtesy of Stoney Creek Records

Photo courtesy of Stoney Creek Records

When I first jolted awake from the dream, I couldn’t decipher if it had actually happened, was a warning, or just anxiety. But it had kept me from returning to REM sleep since about 5.

I KNOW. There’s one of THOSE in the morning, TOO. Shocking.

My America’s Got Talent Audition

Thursday, 20 March 2014 by

I pulled up to the gymnasium, wired on coffee and nerves. I looked at the clock: 9:30 AM. I’d officially been up for more than 24 hours.

I sighed and rested my forehead against the steering wheel. In just thirty minutes, this would all be over. In thirty minutes, I would continue on with my life as if I’d never accidentally agreed to audition for a national reality show I wasn’t prepared to audition for.


Hah— how’s THAT for a sentence I never thought I’d verbalize.

It started off innocently enough.

A friend of mine, who ran a dance troupe in California, texted me about my availability for a gig the following day.

The text read, “One of my follows had an emergency and had to pull out. Need you for a showcase in Vegas. Are you available?”

While I was busy prepping for LA Fashion Week, I was never opposed to a dance gig. It was a quick way to make extra money and I hadn’t been dancing in awhile. Plus I never got to dance with my LA peeps. So I looked at my calendar and after some quick rearranging, decided it was doable.

“What’s it for? Let’s lindyhop!” I texted back.

Hilary Dancing Lindyhop

Let Them Get The Best of You

Friday, 28 February 2014 by

I’m learning the more ‘together’ people think you are, (surprise!) the more they want you to help them. Even though I don’t feel very together, I don’t mind. I’m a big fan of offering support, advice, or bear hugs when needed (especially if it involves actually hugging bears).

Hilary & Koala

But being open to helping also means people WILL ask for help. And as the weeks progress, I find myself bombarded with e-mails, Facebook messages, texts, and phone calls.

Honestly, sometimes I’m terrified to see what requests await me. I’ll spend a good portion of some days just replying to various calls-to-action.

I try my best to figure out what I can do (if anything) to help the situations at hand. It can be downright exhausting. And sometimes even when I consent, commit, and deliver, appreciation is low.

But I do it anyway. And you should too.

Nomad Notes: Find Your Prosody

Thursday, 13 February 2014 by

In typical Hilary fashion, I’ve been spending most of my downtime pursuing self growth and inspiration. You know, in between the chaos of red carpets and work commitments.

Photo by Vegas Kool

Photo by Vegas Kool

When I’m not traveling, I feel like it’s harder for me to recognize the strides that I’m making in my life. Too much of my day-to-day is routine, which makes me feel stuck in my microcosm.

Self growth is always more apparent when I’m surrounded by the unfamiliar and forced to acclimate.

Celebrity Chefs Cook for a Cause

Saturday, 25 January 2014 by

Since the New Year, life has been (shocker!) a non-stop train of appearances, conventions, fashion shows, interviews, articles, and editing. I’ve also tried to maintain a steady schedule of  yoga, exercise and down time to balance my coffee intake and workload (HAH- guess how THAT’S going). But mostly, it feels like I’ve been burning the midnight oil well through the afternoons.

With so many exciting events, it all feels like a blur. I have a horrible time remembering what day it is and refuse to accept January is almost over. After all, I haven’t had time to tackle the forty overly-ambitious things I put on my January To-Do list. But I’ve gotten to do things like sing with Stratosphere headliner Frankie Moreno so I’ll deal with the fleeting days. :)

Singing with Frankie Moreno

Photo by Billy Ward Photography

Plus my moving-and-shaking schedule has led me to be a part of some pretty cool things. In fact, I may have just witnessed one of the most memorable nights in Vegas history. (Oh yeah, it’s a good one…)

Dear 2013…

Tuesday, 31 December 2013 by

Dear 2013,

Hilary outside Glam Factory

I didn’t know what to make of you when I first met you as a disco ninja. I’d never spent an evening dressed in a mirror-covered costume before, frolicking about a party. It was my first evening in Las Vegas as such a character. I should have guessed that was your way of foreshadowing my wacky and unbelievable year, but I didn’t have the foresight then to understand. Besides, it was hot in there.

Hilary disco ninja

Paper Nomad- A Product Review

Tuesday, 17 December 2013 by

Recently, I was contacted by the team at Paper Nomad, a sustainable case company, asking if I’d be willing to review their line for my readers.

Having never done a product review before, I was hesitant to do so. But adventures come in all shapes and sizes. Why not journey into uncharted territory and test it out?

So I agreed, and they swiftly sent their iPhone 4 sleeve, iPad mini folio, and Moleskine journal for me to do with as I pleased.


As I would learn, Paper Nomad is an eco-friendly electronics and journal case company that is dedicated to bringing customizable products to adventurers. You can make any of their products uniquely yours with just a stroke of a pen, paintbrush, finger paint or crayon (I personally endorse crayons, but to each their own).

The Three Loves in Life

Friday, 29 November 2013 by

I spent most of my Thanksgiving on the road to California. I planned to visit family for dinner. I didn’t mind the solo drive. In fact, I relished in it. The desert scenery had never looked more beautiful to me.

Desert from Car

It was the first stretch of hours I’d been alone in a many moons. For the first time since I could remember, I only had to focus on one task at hand: just drive.

I cranked up one of my playlists, drummed the dashboard, and danced without restraint (well, as much as my seat belt would allow). Solo traveling once again, even if it was just for a holiday, was something I was VERY grateful for.