First experience with floral foam went stunningly well.
Did you know I am a professional flower arranger? Right, neither did I.
First: I am super aware that this does not look easy. It is so easy. I whipped this arrangement – which is nice and low, so you can put it on your dining room table without completely obliterating your view of your fellow diners - up using exclusively grocery store-bought flowers, and in about ten minutes.
SLAY, girl.
I have to say, I am super on board with my daughter's recent tradition of choosing Halloween costumes that are a little less Disney and a little more badass (hi, Lydia Deetz). Snow White, out. Katniss Everdeen, in.
This costume was almost embarrassingly simple to put together: I just picked up a bow and arrow from Party City and ordered a mockingjay pin and a braid off of Amazon, then picked through her wardrobe for some suitably Hunger Games-y attire - a leather jacket that once belonged to her brother, a grey tee, black leggings, and boots. Easy, easy.
We've done spooky, Halloween-themed cakes for a few years now, and so this year I thought I'd try something different.
Cat Cake.
See, my son loves cats. LOVES them. He has an especially deep bond with Riggs, who trails him from room to room, sleeps in his closet during the day, and lays next to him reading books (on his back!) like a furry little human at night. But I also didn't want to test my sculpting powers by going full-on Here Is A Cat, so I had to get a little improvisational.
My daughter likes candy. Like, a LOT.
Here, as an example, is a photograph of her trick-or-treating at 2 years old. That's what you call "laser focus."
Today's reader question comes from S, who is in the process of divorcing her husband. S, like so many divorcing women, is conflicted about what to do with her engagement ring: Part of her wants to hold on to it for her children, but...it's complicated. I get it, and you probably do, too.
So S wanted to know if I had any ideas for what to do with her engagement ring. I'm going to give my 100% honest answer, with the understanding that this is a touchy subject, and also that symbols of marriage (and the institution itself) are topics I have ever-evolving views on. Let's back it up for a moment.
For the years that I was married, if you had asked me what my most prized possession was, I would have said "my engagement ring" - the $350 pawn-shop band with which Kendrick proposed to me in a Las Vegas parking lot - without a moment's hesitation. Cut to nine years later, when a trio of events related to that ring took place:
