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Party In The Pool

Inexpensive pretzel-shaped pool float

{ Our Pretzel }

Ummmmm I'm sorry, but when did pool floats transform from those blue styrofoam things that you can surreptitiously pick little holes out of because god is that ever satisfying into...pretzels? And rainbow ice pops? And pizza slices and toucans and FLOATING TIKI BARS?

I think it was sometime during the summer of 2015, when all of a sudden everybody with access to a body of water absolutely required a pink donut with a bite taken out of it or a white swan (with a cute boy sitting on it behind you, obviously) in order to live a happy and fulfilled life. This entire thing is clearly Instagram's fault, but I'm okay with it because what it has resulted in is the fact that I can now purchase a set of tiny flamingos who will float peacefully around my pool, delicately cradling my Coors Light and awaiting the moment when I decide that I would like to drink it.

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Links & Love & Stuff

Target faux wrap bikini in multiple colors

{ Desert Hot Springs, CA }

 The wine delivery service Wine Simple (which uses a personalized taste profile to recommend wines you'll love) is offering RG readers 20% off with code RGVIP20. Not an ad; just a present because I like wine and I'm fairly certain you do, too.

 Like everyone on the Internet, I'm all about the off-the-shoulder tops for spring. I bought this one at BCBG the other night in white, and it comes in a blue-and-white-stripe pattern too, and both are perfect and amazing and I think you should own one. Or two.

Anxiety

Why I Had A Post-Baby Breast Augmentation (A Video Diary)

A breast augmentation after breastfeeding children

I expected my breasts to change after breastfeeding two children, but I didn't expect them to change quite as much as they did. Going from a C to a G to a god-knows-what-I-was-when-my-milk-came-in and back down to a B twice in three years apparently does a bit of a number on you, and when everything finally "settled," as it were, it settled down (...ha?).

But it wasn't "what I looked like" that was the problem, exactly - it was how I felt. I mean it when I say that I'm more or less happy with my body - sometimes I love it, sometimes I wish some things about it looked a little different, just like anyone. It hasn't always been this way - I've written here and there about the anorexia I suffered from when I was in my early twenties (and will write about it more one day, when I can) - and trust me: after that experience I'm well aware of what it feels like to hate your body.

I don't hate my body. I don't hate my breasts, either. But after having two children, and having them go through such dramatic changes, they ended up virtually unrecognizable to me; they barely even felt like mine. I had no sense of them as a part of my body, and certainly didn't connect them to my sense of sexual identity.

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Finding The Work/Life Balance, Part I (In Which I Actually Answer The Question)

Playing with a science kit for kids

My son and me on a Sunday morning. This photo was not taken for Ramshackle Glam.

Today's question, from reader MS, comes from the comments under this style post.

I'm curious how you balance the kind of work you do with making time to be in the moment. You mentioned that this was a "date night," but it also has a work component, given the photos and subsequent post. Do you get [these photos] out of the way in the beginning, or save [them] for the end? Do you ever feel like [your work] intrudes [on your life]?

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Anna Wintour: The New York Magazine Years (1981-1983)

{ From "Neighborhood Style" by Anna Wintour | New York Magazine, 1983 }

Yesterday morning Erin sent me an email with a link to an old issue of New York Magazine and the subject line "SO GOOD." You can see what she was talking about if you go to here; it's a 1983 issue of NY Mag, and if you scroll down you'll find an article on "Neighborhood Style" by Anna Wintour showcasing interiors from various NYC neighborhoods - everywhere from Greenwich Village to Hell's Kitchen to the Upper East Side, and it really is. SO good.

I couldn't find upload-able images from that article to show you (the above is just a screenshot, and it's a shame to show you these interiors in anything but the highest of hi-res), but my search sent me down a rabbit hole of amazing New York Magazine Anna Wintour shoots from 1981-1983 (when she left to join Vogue) that...well, if you've ever wondered why she's considered such a force of nature, these should clear it up.


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