Indy and I spent Sunday morning frosting Funfetti cupcakes, mostly because my obsession with them knows no bounds (as you can see, he’s more about the icing). We might need to try this Oreo Funfetti Cake With Oreo Cheesecake Filling next – or at least definitely for the next birthday that rolls around, because in addition to looking like it tastes incredible, it’s so pretty.
This Page Six article on the madness that was the Kim/Kanye wedding, written by a spy planted at the event, is a national treasure and must not be missed. My favorite part: “Kanye danced five songs alone with Kim to John Legend (playing the marble piano), with no one else on the dance floor, and light only on them. It felt like it went on forever. Kanye then gave a 45-minute toast to himself.”
If I were in the market for anything other than a maternity bathing suit (which I don’t really want to buy, but it’s sadly looking like I must), I would buy this one.
Or maybe this one. Also flattering, and oh my goodness that color is good.
Or this one, because it has fringe. Can you tell I’m into staring at swimsuits that I can’t wear lately?
Favorite nail polish color of the moment: a sandy, finger-lengthening nude shade.
Pizza parties in bed are totally worth the crumbs.
This list of the Song of the Summer For Each Of The Last 100 Summers is the best thing ever. My personal favorite: the summer of Gnarls Barkley’s Crazy, because that was the summer Francesca and I spent swanning around a pool with not a whole lot to do besides open another Corona and try on a different big hat.
Two facts that make this video, about a family’s support for their transgender child, a must-watch: 1) for most individuals – transgender or no – gender identity becomes set between the ages of 3 and 6 years old, and cannot be changed. 2) 41% of transgender individuals will attempt or succeed at suicide (via RoyGBiv).
I am so sad that I had to sacrifice my cow-print rug to the Dog Gods (it wasn’t an option, trust me). If you’re dog-free or have more trainable dogs than I do and are in the market for one of your own, this one is a pretty excellent price.
I am finally (finally) coming to the end of The Goldfinch. I don’t know that I have ever in my life enjoyed a book so much while finding myself utterly incapable of getting through it – it’s just too emotionally overwhelming to read more than a few pages at a time (or maybe that’s a pregnancy thing? I’m also incapable of listening to Elton John songs, so I’m not sure I can be trusted right now). So: I need a new book recommendation; preferably one that’s a little bit less miserable. Anyone?
Speaking of book recommendations, click here and here for a couple of lists of my own.
I have been staring at this for a good year now. Maybe that means I should celebrate my child’s imminent arrival with a “push present” (which are words that I hoped never ever ever in my life to use, because the expression “push present” is so very terrible, but there you go) consisting of the very least practical item in the world for life with a newborn. …No?
My 15-year high school reunion is this Friday. When I realized this – silently, in my head, while sitting in bed last night with US Weekly – I apparently made a face so horrified that Kendrick thought that a dog had thrown up on my feet. (Which they had not; that happened this morning, though. Twice. I am not exaggerating about this in the slightest, and let me tell you: they are thisclose to being sent into the woods to live with a deer family.)
My Facebook feed has been packed with Maya Angelou quotes these past few days. This is one of my all-time favorites. What a beautiful thing for a writer – and I know so many of you are – to aspire to.
