And I love it.
Meet my new glasses. I needed a new prescription, and so I thought I'd go for "ridiculous."
(Seriously, I've been looking for a pair like this - way-bigger-and-thicker-than-average tortoiseshell frames - for yearrrrs, and finally found them at The Optical Shop Of Aspen - which, strangely enough, happens to be located in Carmel. They're these, if you are equally ridiculous and would like a pair of crazy eyes yourself.)
…is a Trader Joe's ice cream sandwich.
I remember this from the end of my last pregnancy: you can only eat tiny amounts of food at a time, because your stomach is located somewhere in your vertebrae and smushed to the size of a pea. What this means is that I've gotten really weird-specific about what I want to ingest. It has nothing to do with nutrition, the time of day, the amount of ice cream I have already eaten over the past twenty-four hours…all it has to do with is WANT THAT NOW.
For example:
I no longer want peaches, strawberries, mangos, or any of the other fruits that I've spent the past nine months obsessing over. Instead, I would like cantaloupe and watermelon, and all of it, please.
Just because it's not July 4th doesn't mean you can't wear red, white & blue. (I mean, if Reese Witherspoon can do it…right?) It's tricky, though. If you're trying to show just a touch of patriotism (or are simply into this particular color combination) but don't feel like going the full-on Party Like You're An American Flag route, here's how to do it.
- Build the outfit around a single color (red, white or blue - I went for blue here) and use the other two shades as accents.
Just arrived in the mail: a check reimbursing me for the funds that I used to recover my website when it was stolen a few months back (this is the money that I wire transferred to the hacker who had taken my site via Escrow.com - who, I have to say, were amazing through all this - and then had frozen before he could cash it).
The truth is, I honestly didn't expect to ever see this money again. I figured it would be tied up in legal channels more or less forever - and having this kind of resolution…it's not only nice (obviously), it's cathartic. The chances of this crazy situation working out the way it did - which is to say, well - were so unbelievably slim, and the fact that we were able to resolve it is such a testament to how much time and effort all the people involved put into helping me. I don't just owe them a "thank you"; I owe them my livelihood, and my family's security.
It's such a good feeling to know that sometimes things really do turn out OK not "just because"…but because people care.
(If you missed this the first time around, read the full story here.)
On Monday, I wrote about five things I was really glad I brought along with me this summer.
Now, let's talk what I lugged all the way across the country…only to have sit unused in my closet, making me crazy (because when I look at the items listed below, all I can see is the potential for Overweight Luggage fees coming my way upon our return trip).
Could summer please never end? (Follow on Instagram @ramshackleglam.)
This list of foods you seriously need to stop putting in your fridge is phenomenal (no more refrigerating your tomatoes!).
These toddler sweatpants (12 mos-5 years) are phenomenal - soft, great fit, and on sale.
Remember how I wanted an award for fitting two months' worth of stuff into a single bag?
It turns out…I might have been able to do with even less. Because there's a bunch of stuff that I brought that I thought I'd use constantly and don't, and a handful of other things that I packed "just in case" and ended up being what I wear/use nearly every single day.
City girls don't get many opportunities to pick strawberries. As lovely as strawberry-picking sounds, I've never been before in my life, and neither has Indy. So this weekend, since Kendrick had work and I'm trying to see as much of the area as possible before the baby gets here, we went on a little just-the-two-of-us adventure wayyy out to more or less the middle of nowhere.
(There were stops to pick wildflowers by the side of the road, of course.)
