A few objects of affection to brighten up your afternoon, including the perfect nude lipstick, one hell of a good bralet, and the happiest pillow on the planet.
P.S. In semi-related news, I was pretty thrilled when I checked my outgoing analytics and saw just how many RG readers clicked from my site over to these (possibly NSFW). You are a sexy bunch.
Happy Friday!
Every Saturday when I was in middle school, my best friend Arielle and I walked over to the Salvation Army on West 46th Street, returning home with huge plastic bags filled with clothing that we'd gotten for a dollar or two per piece. Every once in awhile when I'm visiting my parents I still stop by - mostly to check out the (honestly amazing) furniture selection on the third floor - but when it comes to clothing, the finds are much fewer and further between than they used to be back in the day. Maybe because pricey vintage stores are trolling for the really great stuff, maybe because my tastes have changed, maybe just because I don't have the patience that I used to to sift through rack after rack of clothing...but whatever the reason, it's rare that I come home from a visit with something I'll actually wear.
A few years back, I stopped in and found this sweater. It was so big on me that it could definitely be called a dress, and it looked like something Carlton would have worn for a dance party with Will, but still: I liked it enough to hand over five bucks.
I never wore it.
Just for fun, because I'm fantasizing this morning: some favorite bathing suits and other pretty let's-blow-this-popsicle-stand-and-head-somewhere-warm things.
P.S. Let me show you the best bathing suit in the world: this one (also available in black). I usually don't spend a ton on bathing suits - I feel like you can often find ones that are just as cute in the $60 range (meaning Victoria's Secret-level prices) - but this bathing suit? Is the best one in the world. It actually belongs to Morgan, who bought it in red (which, alas, no longer appears to exist online, though this one is similar) for her honeymoon; she showed it to me during her wedding weekend four years ago and I've been obsessed ever since, to the point where I feel like I should just buy the thing, because that's what a four-year obsession usually means.
P.P.S. Speaking of Victoria's Secret, look at this crop-top style. Love it love it. I personally require a strap on my tops, but if you don't? Do it.
I look terrible lately.
These past couple of weeks have slain me. Between the weather and a cold that will not go away and the fact that our house is hovering around negative eighty thousand percent humidity (we have humidifiers going in the bedrooms, but still), I am a shriveled, pale little gremlin, and it’s honestly just best if I stay put right here in my pajamas so that none save for those who are obliged by blood and marriage vows to love me no matter what have to bear witness.
Except it’s been a couple of weeks of this, now. And hibernating for a few days is one thing, but once you get into the double-digits it starts getting a little ridiculous. You need to start seeing people once in awhile, lest they think you died.
So: let’s talk how to look good(ish), even if you’re feeling bad.
