Father Of The Year 2015
by Kendrick
Maybe I'm getting old. I mean, not in the semi-facetious way that makes people say, "Who you? Not hardly!" but rather in the curmudgeonly way that can't reconcile today's world - where each day ends, more often than not, with the words "Retrieve Lost Password" flashing across my screen - with the bygone one full of fantasies and laserbeams.
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glam | camp Candle | Ramshackle Glam Book
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Adrienne Landau Hat | Dylan's Candy Bar Christmas Paint Can
It's tiiiiiiiime.
I am doing literally (and I do mean literally) all of my shopping right here on my couch this year, because despite the fact that I no longer have to brave icy roads and navigate my way through ten-thousand degree stores while wearing marshmallow-shaped coats, I have two children who enter stores and...well...do this.
Photographing holiday cocktails...on my bed. Of course.
(Recipe coming soon!)
Whenever I see bloggers post their beautifully framed shots of food or their jeans arranged just-so against white bedsheets on Instagram or wherever, I like to imagine what the scene *really* looked like when they were shooting it. Especially the food shots, because you know that they're literally standing up on a chair in a restaurant to get that perfect top-down angle - but really: it's interesting to imagine pulling back on just about any photo.
Everlane Turtleneck | Free People Jeans
I write a lot about how annoying my dogs are. There’s even an entire chapter in my second book dedicated to this subject.
They are. They're totally annoying. After experiencing the mailman coming to the door approximately 20,000 times over the course of his life, Virgil still does not believe that he is not trying to kill him. And Lucy licks my toes. Not in an aw-that-tickles way; in an obsessive way.
