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 In search of tattoo inspiration? Wes Lang's work (that's his book on my piano, pictured above) is a good place to start.

 Love this dusty-rose polish for fall (and love the name, P.Y.T.).

 Last night I had a conversation about Donald Trump with my friend, and for real: I need someone to explain to me in human terms why the fact that he's running for president is not a joke. Because it seems like a joke to me, so I'm having trouble taking seriously the (apparently very real) threat that this man could one day have the job of speaking on behalf of my country. (Donald Trump Thinks Vaccines Cause Autism, Which Should Probably Preclude A Person From Becoming President, via Mommyish.)

DIARY

Biker Girl

This is my Dad, racing on the track at Laguna Seca. He is 70 years old. 

For many, many years, my primary mode of transportation was a motorcycle. I've been on one since I was about seven months old, tucked into a kind of rucksack contraption on my dad's back with a teeny-tiny helmet on my head (this is obviously pretty crazy - not to mention definitely illegal nowadays - but was apparently more or less acceptable behavior back in 1981). When I turned sixteen, my parents did the opposite of what every other parent in the world would do, and signed me up for a motorcycle training course so I could get my license as soon as possible and join in on the family pastime. I spent the weekend at some kind of army base camp-type place, practicing my turns around orange traffic cones alongside the four middle-aged men and two twentysomething guys who comprised the rest of the class.

My bike was a yellow Suzuki Savage 650. It wasn't the prettiest thing I've ever seen - it was really yellow - but I loved it. I think you always love the first vehicle you own. I rode it to school in the mornings, and on weekends I sometimes took solo drives up towards Bear Mountain, my heart pounding as I took the curves on the Henry Hudson Parkway, my mind screaming don't fall don't fall don't fall. Riding never felt comfortable to me, exactly, but I pretended that it did - because walking into class with my helmet in my hand, I was The Girl Who Rode A Motorcycle.

Lifestyle

In Monterey, With Hammerheads

Everyone talks about the Monterey Aquarium. Or everyone around here, at least. I've been putting off going because the prices are honestly kind of ludicrous - $40 per adult and $25 per child, so you're looking at over a hundred bucks for a family of three - but since we had a few hours to kill in between watching my dad race at Laguna Seca (more on that later) and dinnertime, and since I'm actually kind of okay with ludicrous ticket prices at museums and such because the money goes towards supporting the institution...we went.

It is amazing and worth every cent.

First of all: how did I not know how cute Monterey is? Adorable shops and adorable restaurants and adorable basically everything. We ended up getting an okay sushi lunch from a restaurant on the Marina (the kind of place where you pay for the view rather than the food) and an okay American-style dinner at a restaurant near my dad's hotel, but I saw a lot of extremely enticing spots as we drove around - so if anyone has recommendations for our next visit, would love to hear them.

Lifestyle

A Bundle For Mama

bundle club mom subscription gift

A few weeks ago, Kendrick e-introduced me to a friend of a friend from business school who had created a startup service geared at new moms, just because he thought I’d think it was interesting. The friend-of-a-friend, Nisreen, and I started chatting via email, and then got lunch when she came to the Bay Area, and when she showed me what she'd been working on I knew I'd want to share it with you guys - and now I finally can, because Bundle Club launches today (big congrats!).

What Bundle Club Is: A membership service for new mothers that helps them get the products that they need for their child when they need them.

How Bundle Club Works: Each month, members pay $25 to receive a carefully curated box of items specifically tailored to their child's developmental stage. It's the same business model as StitchFix (which I've never used personally, but have heard a lot about from friends): you have a few days to look at the products in the box, and then you send back what you don't want and only pay for what you keep, with the monthly membership fee being applied to the purchase (so if, for example,  you purchase $100 worth of items, you only end up paying $75).

Lifestyle

How To Visit Your New Mom Friend

The First Rule Of New Mom-Visiting: Bring Pizza

This weekend, we're planning on visiting a couple of friends who live in San Francisco to meet their new baby, and it got me thinking about how different "visiting" is when a very newly hatched person is in residence. Visiting with a second baby is a whole different story, because second-time parents are much less panicky about whether the baby's head will stay on its body when they pick it up and are likely to be really, really excited when someone offers to hold their child for so a second so they can do something other than holding their child, but visiting with a first-timer?

It's tricky. Because there is a LOT of emotion and a LOT of exhaustion going on, and different people deal with emotion and exhaustion in very different ways, so it can be hard to know what, exactly, you're walking into when you go visit a new mom. She may want a break from staring at the baby, or she may really want you to leave as quickly as possible so she can get back to doing what she wants to do (staring at the baby). She may want to show off her newborn, but she may not be in the mood to get partially naked in front of a crowd and not have any idea how that breastfeeding cover works yet. She may be straightforward with you about all this...or she may just act really, really weird.

Decor

Bye, Bye Rug

...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.

Recipes

Frozen Pineapple-Mango CocoRita

frozen pineapple mango cocorita

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).

Anxiety

Anxious

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It's been awhile since I published my post Someone With Problems, about my decade-long struggle with anxiety and my decision to finally, despite a deep-rooted discomfort with the idea of seeking outside help, try medication (Zoloft, if you're wondering).

Now it's a year later, and so I wanted to talk about how it's going.

It's better. So much better, most of the time. But not always.

My Looks

What Can Wait

J.Crew Cami | Free People Bralette | Free People Super Flares

I see the sunset every night here. I've heard that the sky looks like that for not-so-great reasons (including pollution and forest fires), but still: look at it. It looks like that every. night. And every night, there's this moment when the sun hits this particular spot in the sky and comes streaming in through our living room window, and turns our entire house gold, and Indy and I go running out to do wind sprints up and down the block because it's beautiful out and because bedtime can wait.

When the sky looks like that, everything can wait, actually. Dinner. Errands. Lists and notes and emails and phone calls and all those musts and have-tos: they can all wait while you take a moment to watch.

My Looks

Fall Flowers

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I love this picture; my son is riiiight on the edge of being a full-on boy who doesn't want his mom to carry him around and kiss him, but right now? I get all the snuggles.

Also god I love this dress.