Chelsea Talks Smack

Turns out, the chicest thing you can wear is audacity.

A little nerve. A little delusion. A pretty solid sense of self.

Anyway, highly recommend manufacturing your own luck.

A sweet little escape with my Maine man…. Swipe for an even sweeter surprise ♥️🌊

It’s the day!! So exciting to finally share that a couple years ago, I got the opportunity of a lifetime to dust off my dancing shoes again and step back in time to Studio 54 for the new “Michael” biopic. It was an honor of a lifetime getting to watch create their magic and display such inspiring leadership. Thank you for not taking “no” for an answer and pushing me right when I needed it most- and congrats to you on the stunning work you’ve contributed this amazing film. 👏👏👏 Such great memories dancing, laughing and making magic with old and new friends and family. GO SEE THE MOVIE! 🪩⚡️💖✨

Magical Spring Break vacation pt 1: chasing a small fairy through the garden 🌷🪻🧚‍♀️🐾

San Francisco did not disappoint. What an incredible week. Producing, wrangling, pivoting, celebrating ✔️🏈🥵♥️🙏🏼🫶
1. Given the opportunity to bevel, I will take it.
2. See above. Also, LOVE
3. Queen Ciara and Princess Taylen.
4. Radio Row day with &
5. Producing double talent/double players was a new thing, and we did it! 🙏🏼
6. The best team ever
7. Benito Bowl WAS THE BEST YETTTTT!
8. Loved seeing with
9. Enough said
10. ESPN Supper Club was 🤌🏼
11. My girl visiting with
12. Holding it down!
13. with and some POWERHOUSE Women was incredible
14. dynamic duo 👯‍♀️
15. Had to get selfie with the legend Jerry Rice
16. When the coffee hasn’t hit yet but the vibes are immaculate because is there
17. We had zero fun at the game

2025, what a wonderful surprise you were.
I’ve never been much of a New Year’s Eve girl. The pressure to spring into action just a month after much indulgence, rest, and reflection has always felt a bit daunting— severe to the nervous system. January 1st has never held much authority for me, because I believe deeply that every day is another chance—another gift—to become the version of yourself you’re reaching for: a better mom, a better friend, a better wife, a better dreamer. This year was a wonderful representation of that, giving me the opportunity to work with truly remarkable people. I watched them shine, challenge themselves, be vulnerable, be brave. I found myself in rooms where I could only hope to be the sum of their guests—and for that, I am endlessly grateful. Toward the end of October, work slowed its pace, and after a year of trying for another baby, we learned we were pregnant again. I had just begun to believe it might never happen and had quietly allowed myself to imagine a family with only one child. Sadly, just before Christmas, around eight weeks, we learned we were miscarrying again. Continued below….