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Hanging At Mom’s

This weekend, Kendrick and Dad are both out of town, so I’m staying over at Mom’s for a couple of nights. Friday night, we went to the always-excellent 44 & X for steak frites (highly recommended; the fries are second only to McDonalds, and the steak is perrrrfect). Also excellent and recommended: our adorable waiter, Chad.

I get so lazy about my attire when I go to my parents; I just want to spend 100% of my time in PJs. Up there, I’m wearing Kendrick’s John Varvatos sweater and slouchy jeans…and it took some convincing to get me to swap out my Emus (replacements for the Uggs!) for actual shoes.

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Mealtime with five animals works best if you do it on multiple levels. Utter madness.

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Several of you have written in asking how to create this hairstyle (which I wore constantly last summer). Such an simple fix for a bad hair day, and much more stylish than just pulling it half back.

It’s so easy: first, just blow-dry your hair so it’s nice and full (I curled mine a bit in the front to get that wavy look). Then gather up a small amount of hair from your hairline and, pulling the hair back and slightly off to one side, french braid it towards the back of your head. Secure with two crossed bobby pins; done!  

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The stunning gift Francesca brought me back from Istanbul: Turkish apple tea and tea glasses (the traditional way tea is served in Turkey), with little gold spoons used to stir in sugar. Love!

Tea is apparently the “national soft drink” of Turkey, and apple tea (which you can easily buy online) is brewed samovar-style (a small pot of intensely brewed tea sitting over a larger vessel of boiling water) and can be served either hot or cold. You just pour a little of the strong tea into one of those gorgeous cups (buy some of your own here), and then add water until the desired intensity is reached. Turkish tea is usually served with cubed sugar rather than loose sweetener.

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Seeing Lauren makes me happy. 

Highlands, by the way, is quite awesome: it’s a Scottish gastropub in the West Village, and is impossibly chic without being uptight in the least (love the vintage leather furniture, utilitarian refrigerator-bulb pendant lights, and various rustic touches). I didn’t try the food (I stuck to their gorgeous martinis served in jewel-like little glasses), but it sure looked great; the menu includes things like “cullen skink” (a traditional Scottish soup) and chicken liver pot (neither of which I have had; both of which I want).

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With Francesca at Highlands last night for Liz’s birthday.

Francesca and I lived together for a year in LA, and both ended up back on the East Coast at the same time, which is fortunate, because I go into withdrawal when we don’t see each other often enough. She’s a brilliant singer (trained in opera) and just finished recording her first album! I have always desperately wished I could sing (I most definitely can’t), and am jealous.