..and the oldest of three girls. Yeah, you read that right, you’re looking at a first born AND an oldest daughter. Some people say “well Colee, isn’t that the same thing?” and no, no it’s not.

Because I could have an older brother, in which case he’d be the first born but I’d still be the oldest daughter. Thankfully, I don’t have one of those, which means I take the cake as first born child AND the oldest daughter and that’s about as good as it get’s.

Then you take into consideration my incredible and historically impossible pedigree and well, you’ve just stumbled into a gilded rock and roll well of dirty martini’s, gallows humor, tasteful swearing, and glittering charisma.

When I’m not machinating some half-cocked get-rich-quick scheme you’ll find me:

• rotting on a sunny patio or tucked in the corner of a cozy bar

• curating a closet of overpriced vintage

• getting an honorary doctorate in arm chair psychology

• working on an project I’ve convinced myself I’ll be instantly good at

• traveling through fantasy realms by candlelight

• cooking up everything but the kitchen sink

• or just generally getting comfy with the idea of being a wild and imperfect being who, by some cosmic twist of fate, gets a chance to experience her very own blip in time.