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Bye, Bye Rug

...Or, not really bye, more like "scoot over."

Because despite what Pinterest has led me to believe, rugs do not belong in dining rooms. You know how Interiors boards - my own included - are full of the most adorable rustic tables paired with antique rugs and such? Well, first I put a rug in my kitchen, and then discovered just how terrible of an idea that is (moved it to the office). And then I put a rug - a brand-new, much-beloved Lulu & Georgia - in my dining room to pull together the furniture that I found at Big Daddy's - and it really did look amazing, exactly what the room needed, but still:

nope.

Recipes

Frozen Pineapple-Mango CocoRita

frozen pineapple mango cocorita

Alright, so summer is technically over (or maybe not technically-techically, but we're post-Labor Day, in any case), and frozen drink recipes are typically the kind of thing I post closer to mid-July than mid-September. But it's Sunday, it's warm and sunny out today, and whatever: this thing is really good.

What I made for today's poolside festivities: the pretty cocktails pictured above, which I very helpfully called exactly what they are: Frozen Pineapple-Mango CocoRitas. The recipe was inspired by the video you can see on my FB page here, in which designer Thaddeus O'Neil and mixologist Jillian Vose collaborate on three custom cocktails, all featuring CORZO Silver tequila - basically, I just saw that drink that they made in a coconut and decided to make my own coconut-y thing using ingredients that I already had sitting in my refrigerator. I even gave mild consideration to the idea of going out in search of actual coconuts in which to serve my CocoRitas, but: eh. Getting straight to the drinking-them part sounded better than running out to Trader Joe's.

Suggestion: make these this weekend, while the sun is still shining and you don't feel ridiculous drinking frozen-tropical things. Or choose not to care about matters of seasonal propriety, and make them all year round (I recommend the latter; they're quite delicious).

Anxiety

Anxious

medication

It's been awhile since I published my post Someone With Problems, about my decade-long struggle with anxiety and my decision to finally, despite a deep-rooted discomfort with the idea of seeking outside help, try medication (Zoloft, if you're wondering).

Now it's a year later, and so I wanted to talk about how it's going.

It's better. So much better, most of the time. But not always.

My Looks

What Can Wait

J.Crew Cami | Free People Bralette | Free People Super Flares

I see the sunset every night here. I've heard that the sky looks like that for not-so-great reasons (including pollution and forest fires), but still: look at it. It looks like that every. night. And every night, there's this moment when the sun hits this particular spot in the sky and comes streaming in through our living room window, and turns our entire house gold, and Indy and I go running out to do wind sprints up and down the block because it's beautiful out and because bedtime can wait.

When the sky looks like that, everything can wait, actually. Dinner. Errands. Lists and notes and emails and phone calls and all those musts and have-tos: they can all wait while you take a moment to watch.

SNAPSHOTS

Northwest

Calgary Tower | Calgary, CA

On Me: J.Crew Painter's Tee | On Indy: Jacadi Striped Sweater

Where I spent last weekend: in Calgary, for my cousin Carrie's wedding. I only took Indy because even though Goldie is still free to travel with (kids under the age of 2 don't need a ticket), Kendrick couldn't make it and two children + one adult + layovers in Salt Lake City and Seattle = nooooo. And also: at this age, Indy isn't just "easy" to travel with - I'd rather travel with him than travel alone; it's just more fun (whereas one-year-olds on planes are a little less "fun" and more "madcap dashes up and down the aisle with intermittent screaming and people hating you really a lot").

Makeup & Beauty

Damage Reversal

You know what one of the most miserable parts of my day is? Putting sunscreen on my kids. I mean, they HATE it. Like screaming and head-tossing (Goldie) and STAAAAAAAHPs (Indy), and honestly, it makes me wonder what the neighbors are thinking I'm doing to them. But it's also kind of funny, because I totally remember this.Putting on sunscreen is the WORST when you are a kid.And when I was younger my mom did her best, but I was definitely a pain about it, which meant I ended up with sunburns practically every time we went on a vacation. I remember one time, going snorkeling and getting burned along the tiny strip of my forehead right above my mask - which isn't a huge area, but the burn was so bad that I still, to this day, can see the exact area that was damaged. Add that to the general sun exposure over the years, and the reality is that my skin is...maybe not terrible for 34 - I mean, I certainly expect to have a few wrinkles and some sun damage by now - but I can definitely see the effects of environmental damage.

For the longest time, I mostly left anti-aging products out of my daily regimen (and sometimes skipped the face-washing part, too, but we won't discuss that), but not no mo'. Nope; now it's all-damage-control, all-the-time.

What I'm using right now: Elizabeth Arden's PREVAGE Anti-Aging Daily Serum, this treatment fights  environmental assaults and works to correct and reverse the appearance of sun-damaged skin.  Formulated with Idebenone, a powerful antioxidant (it has an Environmental Protection Factor rating of 95/100, which is apparently as good as it gets) this serum is clinically proven to reduce the appearance of lines, wrinkles and uneven skin texture Intended to address major skincare problems, the product releases protective and corrective benefits in the spots where you need it the most.

Lifestyle

Just Your Average Morning

3AM, semi-coherent and slightly puffy, but what can you do?

So the other morning I had to do something called a Satellite Media Tour, or "SMT." And in order to do this without police intervention, I had to wander around my neighborhood knocking on my neighbors' doors and explaining to them that if they woke up and looked over at my house sometime around 2 o'clock in the morning the first thought that would come to mind would be that a massive home invasion was in process and that they should call the cops immediately...but that that would not, in fact, be the case.

In other words: don't freak out; it's all good. The truck stocked with creepy surveillance equipment parked outside my home and cotillion of random men streaming in and out are totally A-OK.

Decor

How I (Finally) Got The Closet Of My Dreams (Video)

I have spent years - yearrrrs - whining about my closets. From New York City apartments to Colonial homes (which notoriously have zero closet space for some historical-but-unknown-to-me reason), I've just never even come close to having enough space for my stuff.

Finally, we have closets. But when we moved in we quickly realized that even though the space was technically there, the closets weren't organized in a way that let us take advantage of it.

So? Makeover.


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