Isn't this photo a dream?!
My friend Elise (the owner of the children's boutique where we threw the glam | camp launch event on Saturday) held a birthday party for her 6-year-old daughter this weekend, and it was so gorgeously done I had to ask her if I could take a few shots to show you. I love this whole setup for a little girl's party, of course, but with a few little tweaks it would also make for a beautiful bridal or baby shower.
Decor:
OHHH.
Making pizza is EASY.
I had no idea.
...Or, not really bye, more like "scoot over."
Because despite what Pinterest has led me to believe, rugs do not belong in dining rooms. You know how Interiors boards - my own included - are full of the most adorable rustic tables paired with antique rugs and such? Well, first I put a rug in my kitchen, and then discovered just how terrible of an idea that is (moved it to the office). And then I put a rug - a brand-new, much-beloved Lulu & Georgia - in my dining room to pull together the furniture that I found at Big Daddy's - and it really did look amazing, exactly what the room needed, but still:
nope.
Alright, so summer is technically over (or maybe not technically-techically, but we're post-Labor Day, in any case), and frozen drink recipes are typically the kind of thing I post closer to mid-July than mid-September. But it's Sunday, it's warm and sunny out today, and whatever: this thing is really good.
What I made for today's poolside festivities: the pretty cocktails pictured above, which I very helpfully called exactly what they are: Frozen Pineapple-Mango CocoRitas. The recipe was inspired by the video you can see on my FB page here, in which designer Thaddeus O'Neil and mixologist Jillian Vose collaborate on three custom cocktails, all featuring CORZO Silver tequila - basically, I just saw that drink that they made in a coconut and decided to make my own coconut-y thing using ingredients that I already had sitting in my refrigerator. I even gave mild consideration to the idea of going out in search of actual coconuts in which to serve my CocoRitas, but: eh. Getting straight to the drinking-them part sounded better than running out to Trader Joe's.
Suggestion: make these this weekend, while the sun is still shining and you don't feel ridiculous drinking frozen-tropical things. Or choose not to care about matters of seasonal propriety, and make them all year round (I recommend the latter; they're quite delicious).
I have spent years - yearrrrs - whining about my closets. From New York City apartments to Colonial homes (which notoriously have zero closet space for some historical-but-unknown-to-me reason), I've just never even come close to having enough space for my stuff.
Finally, we have closets. But when we moved in we quickly realized that even though the space was technically there, the closets weren't organized in a way that let us take advantage of it.
So? Makeover.
