{ Living Room | Before }
Remember how I said I was super into my living room's kind of Aspen-y vibe, what with the dark wood and exposed beams and such?
I changed my mind.
The Beach House Makeover: Before and After
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Pajamas For Everyone!
{ This post was created in partnership with Soma. }
Did you know that I am an Official Pajama Expert? It’s true. Having two very young children and working from home makes you one.
I need my pajamas to be comfortable, and cute, and also maybe the kinds of things I can wear to the grocery store because that is definitely happening (because when given a choice between putting on pants and drinking a cup of coffee before running out the door I think we all know which one to choose).
Sand Jewels
{ Jet hematite and gold skull wrap bracelets, yes. }
I love the look of jewelry at the beach. I do not, however, love wearing jewelry to the beach that feels like anything other than an explosion of summery-ness. (Like, say, a heavy statement necklace. Or anything heavy at all. Uggg.) I want to wear pieces that add a dose of glamour to the casualness of the whole swimsuit-and-sand thing, but that are still light and effortless and stay where I want them to stay.
For the beach trip pictured here - Kendrick was away for the weekend, so I headed to Santa Cruz with the kids and my friend Elise and her family - I decided I wanted to toughen up my bathing suit with a pair of jet hematite and leather, gold-skull-bedecked wrap bracelets from Victoria Emerson that look almost like cuffs, but don’t feel heavy in the slightest. I thought about wearing just one…but love how they look worn as a pair, so there you go.
The Story Of Who I Am
{ New Mexico road trip with my then-boyfriend Jason | 2005 }
For about four years in my mid-twenties (roughly ages 22 to 26), I was anorexic.
Just typing out that sentence is a big deal for me, because for a long, long time it wasn't something I admitted even to myself, and certainly not to anyone else. I've always referred to it as "that time when I was super fucked-up" or "that time when I decided not to eat ever again" - jokey, hyperbolic half-truths intended to swing the conversation towards lighter subjects. I've never even said the word "anorexia" to my mother; I called her yesterday to talk to her about this post so she wouldn't be blindsided (although of course she knew anyway). But over the past few weeks, I've found myself saying out loud to one friend or another, whenever a related subject comes up, "Oh yeah, I was anorexic." And we talk about it or we don't, but it's out there either way.
The glam | camp Mother’s Day Giveaway
{ Check Out the glam | camp Mother's Day Gift Shop }
Mother's Day is only two weeks away! I am absolutely rock-solid on this fact because 1) my own mother reminds me each and every time we talk on the phone that I best be making a reservation for us during my trip to the city next week, and 2) it falls on the day after I return from a long, long work trip during which I'll be bouncing around NYC and St. Louis. And there will be hubbub surrounding my return, but there better also be a mimosa. (Ahem, Kendrick.)
The past couple of months have been amazing over at glam | camp - we're beyond excited to see so many of you enjoying our products (keep sharing those photos, please - we seriously get all fluttery every time we see one of our sweatshirts out in the wild being worn by awesome women doing awesome things). And so we wanted to put together a special Mother's Day giveaway in celebration of spring, of mothers, of new business ventures, of it all.
Easy Greens
{ Vintage Glasses (similar) | Noritake Cher Blanc Platter }
Reason Number 2,457,244 why Trader Joe's is the best thing that has ever happened to life, ever: they have beautiful fresh flower arrangements that are actually affordable, and also seem to be preternaturally long-lasting. Which is wonderful, because spending twenty bucks on a grocery-store bouquet that falls to pieces within 24 hours is both the worst and something I tend to not do (because it literally feels like ripping up a twenty-dollar bill and throwing it out of my car window). And while the idea of being one of those people who trots off to the florist for some lovely fresh blooms has its appeal...I mean, lol.
But I do a lot of entertaining, and also take a lot of photographs of said entertaining, and I've discovered that having a few fresh flowers laying around is kind of huge in terms of making your table (and home, generally) feel lovely and fresh and inviting. And they're really useful for adding texture and color to images, if you too are a table-photographer (see this post for evidence).
Small Business Owners’ Toolkit: Putting Together A Media Kit
{ Outtake from a DKNY shoot | Midtown NYC | 2015 }
{ Suit (majorly on sale) | Crop Top (ditto: great sale) | Hair by Karmela Lozina for John Sahag }
A question that I get asked almost daily:
The Long-Lost Dress Obsession
{ Me and My Faux Eames Rocker | NYC Living Room | 2012 }
Remember when I went through a phase of taking self-timed photos in my living room with ExerSaucers in the background because I had just had a baby and couldn't leave the house, ever? Good times.
The Answer To “Why?” (And Other Things I Learned From Mom)
{ Mom and Me (photo by Indy) | Los Gatos, CA | August 2015 }
I write so much, every single day of my life, that it's not often that I find myself at a loss for words. Spoken words, sure - I'm like the Jedi GrandMaster of saying exactly what I seriously did not mean (and then turning red) - but with the written word I'm usually pretty good and getting across whatever point it is I'm trying to make. But when SheKnows asked me to write a post about "the greatest lesson my mom has ever taught me" I sat there at my keyboard for awhile staring at the blinkblinkblink of the cursor for way longer than I'm used to - because...I don't know, that's seems a huge proclamation to make. It feels like putting a finger on what's wonderful and special and enormous about my relationship with my mom, and I think everyone knows that the mother/daughter relationship defies those kinds of easy answers.
When I talk about my mother to people who don't know her, I refer to her as an angel, and as hokey as that sounds, I mean it. She is an actual angel; a person who wanders through the world shedding light and good intentions and support for others wherever she goes. It'd be easy to describe the way she sees the world as "childlike" - she routinely answers the question "Why?" with "Why not?" and cares exactly zero about "age-appropriateness" (ugh) or what other people think about her; she just wants to do the things that make her feel good and happy and alive, and so she does. But she also happens to be a badass lawyer, so "childlike" doesn't really apply here. Like, at all.
The Springtime Table
