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Our House: A Quick Tour, Just For Fun
I have no idea why it took me three years to do a house tour. And now is a weird time to do it, I guess, being as we only have about two months left here.
But I love our house so much, and I wanted you to see it…and I also wanted to have a video that our kids can look back on and see where they spent the first few months and years of their lives. And since right now is very literally the cleanest our house ever has been and ever will be, I thought I'd go ahead and make it happen.
How To Keep Your Duvet From Shifting
Today In Very Bad Ideas
Twelve Dreamy Duvets
Live-Tweeting The Oscars
Here is me wearing mink eyelashes. And eighty pounds of hair extensions. (Seriously; this moment was very obviously the most glamorous of my entire life.)
On that note: I'll be live-Tweeting the Academy Awards tonight. Just for fun. Come hang (@ramshackleglam).
A Thing That I Wear And Also Don’t
I own two pairs of leather pants. Let me show you the first pair. I don't wear them.
Here they are (in a photo shoot I did last fall for Kipling; I don't typically stand in the middle of extremely busy and car-laden streets waving bags around) .
The reason I do not wear these pants is because they are blue, and there are like three places on the planet for which blue leather pants constitute appropriate attire. And none of them are in the suburbs.
It Was Everything I Dreamed It Would Be
The Baby Rolling Stones Tee
OK, so confession: as much as I obviously love shopping for my daughter…my favorite thing to put her in is my son's clothing.
I anticipated putting her in hand-me-downs for money-saving purposes - because for real: a onesie is a onesie is a onesie - but then realized that even on those mornings when we were doing "something special" and I wanted to put her in her very cutest things…I was going for Indy's old tops, and pairing them with Goldie's own leggings or jeans.
Little striped knit sweaters, long-sleeved henleys in "boy" (read: dark) colors…and…best of all...
What To Do When Your Purse Is Stolen
Sigh.
So I wore my not-very-old-and-really-very-much-liked clutch out on Saturday night to our Valentine's Day extravaganza, and then the next morning, when we were heading out to brunch, had this very specific series of thoughts:
"It's sort of weird to carry a clutch to brunch.
