Nothing in this photograph makes sense.
Last night I was laying in bed scrolling through my news feed, and came upon this British Vogue article about street style in 2017 and how great it was and how a whole bunch of the trends are sticking around for 2018 because they're SO GREAT and etc etc...and I actually cackled.
The crevasse between my life and the lives of Vogue's street style stars is vast and wide, my friends.
What you see above are the results of my regrowth over the past few months. (Gorgeous, I know. But also AMAZING.)
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Back in the spring, when Rogaine first asked me if I’d be interested in working with them, I was a little hesitant. Not because the thinning hair that I’d been dealing with for several years didn’t bother me - oh my god, did it ever; I hated seeing photographs of my head from certain angles because they made me look like that guy in Tales From the Crypt - but because I was embarrassed. Talking publicly about the fact that I was losing one of the main things that many people (myself included, I suppose) associate with youth and femininity wasn’t something I was particularly excited to do.
Before I get into the point of this post- which is the trunk show I hosted on Friday night - we need to have a quick chat about this Tome dress. It's from Rent the Runway, and I ordered it a size too small but figured that it'd be okay because it seemed like a loose-fitting dress, but when it arrived I put it on I went, oh my god, THIS DOES NOT FIT AT ALL.
Like, reallllly not at all; I was exposing about two inches of underboob, and two inches of underboob really just amounts to "boob."
But then! I realized that I'd been putting my head through the wrong spot - thereby pulling up the cutout flaps that hit around the waistline to extremely inappropriate locations - and that it was supposed to be a high-necked style. So I made the requisite adjustments, and there you go: not only did it fit, it was insanely cool; maybe one of my favorite dresses I've ever worn.
Both Kendrick and I are extremely particular about our sleep situations. He has the internal composition of a deep-freezer and is never, ever warm enough, and I am basically a walking, talking hot potato. (We get in a lot of fights over our bedding, in case it wasn't clear.) One thing we do agree on: the importance of a transcendently fluffy comforter - you know, the kind you find in fancy hotel rooms but can never seem to replicate at home (at least not without spending several hundreds of dollars)? That kind.
A couple of weeks ago, a friend who works for a company called "Buffy" emailed me to tell me that she wanted me to try their product: a comforter that they describe on their website as being "constructed like a cloud." The press materials elaborated on this, saying that Buffy was "poised to disrupt the bedding industry." This seemed a little dramatic to me.
I figured it'd be...you know...a nice comforter.
Where is that thing I saw that famous person wearing?
I can count on one hand the times that I've seen something a celebrity is wearing and needed to own it to the extent that I would actually sit down at the computer and do the requisite research.
I did a little mental inventory of said times, and - surprise, surprise - it turns out that most of them involved things behind which I can hide my face.
