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Perfect Pair

For Saturday's Date Night (to see This Is The End, which was so terrible and inside-joke-y I can't even talk about it), I decided to dress like a total fashion renegade.

White top, jeans, nude heels.

OK, so I wear outfits like this all the time. But there is a method to my non-madness, and the method is called "get out door now." The thing about a look this simple is that it requires next-to-no thought...but still: it's more fun if every single piece is just a tiny bit more interesting than you'd expect on first glance. Extras are everything.

It's the same philosophy I apply to decorating my house: I like the idea of sort of "rewarding" people who feel like looking extra-close with the discovery of, say, a ceramic frog tucked in between the plants, or a crystal skull head filled with flowers sitting on a tray. Adding fun details to a classic outfit - a slight cuff on the jeans, textured lace on the top, a bag with a stingray print - is a similar idea...it's like sprinkling your body with little eye-surprises.

Love

Summer’s Eve

When it's this hot out, there's nothing to do but dip yourself in the pool over and over...

Then invite over friends (that's Kendrick's ex-Harlem Shakes bandmate Todd, now of Arms, and his girlfriend Mona)...

SWEETS

Hearts On A Pie

This pie was born of necessity.

I completely forgot that I wanted to make it until just a couple of hours before we were due to leave for our friends' house, and so instead of rolling out crusts I used two deep-dish frozen ones, flipping one upside-down to use as the top crust. The problem with this technique is that if the crust isn't perfectly defrosted, it can stick to the aluminum while you're flipping it, and sort of...break. Which is what happened to my crust. I would ordinarily fix this by rolling out the crust and starting over, but: no time.

Teeny-tiny (and crack-concealing) hearts to the rescue!

Makeup & Beauty

Simple On The Sand

We were supposed to leave for a beach vacation in Ogunquit in just a few days (above is the video from our last trip to Maine - when I was about six months pregnant - so it's been awhile). A last-minute work obligation meant I needed to push our trip a week, but that doesn’t mean I can’t start getting excited about four full days of sandcastles and seaside walks and lobster rolls (and maybe a quick detour to New Haven for some Pepe’s pizza on the way home).

Lifestyle

Another Lesson Learned

On Sunday night, we were driving home from Connecticut when we saw a very small bird sort of hop-wobbling across the center of the road, maybe with a broken wing, occasionally disappearing for a moment under a passing car.

Yet another "this kind of thing doesn't happen to city girls" moment (up there with the turtle in the backyard, the trees that come crashing down during rainstorms, and oh my god the bugs). Or...if it did happen it'd be a pigeon, not an adorable, tiny fluffball with beautiful black-and-blue feathers. I had a few birds as pets when I was a kid, so I more or less know how to pick up a baby, and so that's what I did: scooped it out of the road and brought it back to our car. Then we sat there with it for a minute, trying to figure out what to do.

We had no idea.

To me it looked like its wings had been clipped, and it was a really gorgeous bird: I worried that it was someone's pet - a parakeet, maybe, or a budgie? - that had gotten out. Or maybe it was a baby who'd been abandoned by its parents. Or maybe it was hurt and would have ended up just sitting there in the center of the road until a car made a direct hit; I didn't know.