Current/Elliot Tank; Zara Jeans; Nashelle ID Necklace
There are lots of childhood memories that I have a...let's call it a "new perspective" on, now that I'm a parent.
Oh my god, mom. I'm so sorry.
Sorry, Mom
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The Most Awesomest Day
I hate raccoons.
Hate them.
So I figure any day that starts with me crawling around in our driveway scooping up piles of raccoon-destroyed trash bags (including a whole bag of dirty diapers, just for kicks) with my bare hands has nowhere to go but up, right?
Wrong. Because OH MY GOD, what happened next.
Genius Discovery: Yu-Be Moisturizing Skin Cream
OK, we need to have a conversation about this stuff, because it is AMAZING.
You know when your lips get so chapped that the chapped-ness extends, like, onto your face? And it's both painful and not-especially-cute? I've had that for the past couple of weeks, for whatever reason (changing seasons? not drinking enough water? who knows). I've tried every single lip balm in my artillery (which is a LOT of lip balms), and nothing made the slightest bit of difference; the area seemed completely impenetrable to moisture.
And then I came across a tiny tube of this stuff in my drawer - I have no idea where it came from, or why it's there - and thought, what the hell. It's not lip balm, but the word "moisturizing" is in there, so.
Present Obsession: All The Rugs In The World
I can't own rugs.
Or...I mean, one day maybe I'll be able to own a rug. When I have a serious, sit-down conversation with my dogs about what activities are and are not appropriate to engage in when confronted with a rug (or maybe when I suck it up and finally hire someone who knows what they're doing to train my untrainable little disasters).
But oh god, my rug fantasies. I have so many of them. White rugs, patterned Turkish rugs, cowhide rugs, pink rugs (ooo pink rugs)...love them all. Want them all.
How To Let Your Wedding Guests Know They Don’t Get A Plus One
A. Oh, this can be awkward. I feel you.
We were on a maaaajor budget for our wedding, and were super strict about who was allowed to bring a plus one and who wasn't, but...that's something about our wedding that I regret. A wedding is for the couple, yes, but the best weddings are the ones where the focus is placed on everyone having fun...and for some people, having a plus one is the difference between having fun and feeling kind of miserable.
Fringe Effect
My closet is whittling down day by day, as more and more boxes fill up; my goal is to just have a single suitcase's worth of stuff by the time we leave, and that's the stuff that I'll be wearing for the following three or four weeks (sigh; but hey, did it before, can do it again).
The fact that I have still not packed what are possibly two of the most impractical things that I own - a pair of thigh-high, super-high-heeled black suede boots and a jacket so fringey that it's practically a Cher costume - is pretty indicative of my priorities. Three whole weeks without thigh-high boots and fringe leather jackets are three sad weeks, indeed.
Goodbye Girl
A few weeks ago, I stopped getting texts from my friends.
Not all of them; just two in particular - two of my closest friends in my town, the two friends I made when I first moved here. We started hanging out because we all have sons the same age, and then we kept hanging out because we liked each other so much. And now we just hang out, because we're a part of each other's lives and that's that.
One of the things I was really worried about when we left the city was making friends. I wrote about this a lot: I had this vision of spending playdates making stilted conversation with "friends" who were really just people I hung out with because it was convenient, not because either of us actually wanted to. And then I met my friends - those two women I met when I first moved, and then another and another and another - and they were smart and thoughtful and funny and compassionate and made me feel like I could talk to them about anything at all, and so I did.
Bags Are Packed And Nothing To Wear
The problem with graduation-wear: I feel like it's supposed to be...ladylike. I mean, grandmas are in attendance at graduations, right? And I enjoy a good floral dress, but ladylike isn't a look I'm especially talented at pulling off. Mostly because if I try, what ends up happening is something spills, or something wrinkles, or somebody, I don't know, vomits on me, and there you go: unladylike. So I don't have a whole lot of graduation-appropriate dresses hanging around in my life.
What I will probably be wearing to Kendrick's graduation (three weeks!), if we're being totally honest: this black Theory dress from, like, 1998 that's hanging in my closet because for whatever reason I haven't packed it yet, and it's midi-length so it seems like it might be appropriate.
It's kind of cute. I have no idea if it fits. It may or may not be clean.
A New Twist On Tradition
Everybody gets their mother flowers for Mother’s Day; it’s kind of a rule. But there’s no rule that says that those flowers have to be boring.
There’s nothing wrong with a pretty bunch of tulips or roses, but you know what’s even better? A floral creation that says that the gift-giver has taken the time to notice something singular about the recipient – whether it’s the fact that she adores succulents, that nothing makes her happier than the color blue…or that she just doesn’t have time in her life to deal with one single more thing, and that any plant that she’s given better be able to fend for itself.
Because isn’t that the point of Mother’s Day, really: to show all of the moms in our lives, whether it’s a mother in-law or good friend who just had a child, that it’s the little, unique things about them that we love the most?
Links & Love & Stuff
I wanted to print Amy Schumer's entire Ms. Gala speech here. It's required reading, guys. I was that girl in the dorm room once and I will never be that girl again, and I want nothing more than for my daughter to never, ever be that girl either. And the more we talk about this the less likely that is.
Look, these are totally like Toms! But cuter! And rainbow! Whee.
How these Swedish police officers responded to an altercation on the subway should be mandatory viewing for officer trainees. (Did These Swedish Cops School The NYPD?, via AJ+.)
