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Buildup

coco rocha haute mess for vogue

Oh so that's where my Twix bars went.

It was the snowboarding glove that made me realize just how far I've come from this glorious day; the day when I got rid of a studio apartment's worth of possessions. I have not seen that glove's partner in a good five years, and yet - despite the fact that we have moved three times since I last laid eyes on it - I am absolutely positive it will turn up someday. It has been sitting either on or under that bench (which is located in my bedroom, in my direct line of vision) for six months, at least. It is dusty. I don't have any idea how or why it came to live on my bench, or why, but it has at this point become a part of my daily landscape; I regard it fondly, like a slobby little friend who I know I can call on in a pinch for all of my snowboarding-glove needs.

I have used it once, actually: as a makeshift gardening glove to help my neighbor weed her garden. After I was done I gave it a shake to get off the dirt, and plopped it right back down on the bench in my bedroom. Where it belongs.

Lifestyle

Beautifully Odd

Now this looks like a good wedding.  

Take a look at the photo below this paragraph. See anything missing? Like maybe on the far left side of my ring finger? Sigh. (This isn't actually a huge deal; diamonds that size tend to cost relatively little to replace so long as you're not a stickler for quality, which I'm not. And besides, Kendrick has weird radar for locating tiny, sparkling things like earring backs and wayward stones, so it'll probably turn up somewhere.)

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Sartorial Joy, Ahoy

Nordstrom's annual anniversary sale best picks

Sick and tired of summer clothing yet? (Me neither.)

I'm about to make you feel way better about the approach of fall: Nordstrom's most massivest (yes that's a word) sale of the year has arrived, and it is even better than I thought it'd be (and I thought it'd be pretty freaking great).

Because I know you have better things to do than sit in front of a computer this weekend, I went ahead and did the deal-hunting for you. I culled through the entire sale (and trust me, there was a LOT of stuff to cull through) in search of the very best pieces at the very best prices...which means that now all you have to do is pick which boots or wrap coat or jeans you want to be the centerpiece of your fall wardrobe.

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I Gave My Daughter My Last Name, And This Is Why

The women in my family are great deniers of their own worth. They are whip-smart, loving but self-denigrating, victims of the circumstances of women generally for their respective times. My maternal grandmother was a college student when she got pregnant with my mother, and dropped out to raise a family. My father’s mother lived to serve others until the day she died, making virtuous practice of self-denial.


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