I somehow went ahead and lost all of Goldie's bathing suits over the course of our cross-country adventure, but that's okay, because this exists.
Just picked up this book for my son, and it's kind of awesome - we do a couple of pages every afternoon, and he gets a sticker when he completes them, and I think I'm having as much fun with it as he is.
Going somewhere nautical-ish in the next little while? This dress is adorable and under $30.
So there's this quiz that you can take on the Internet, and it might just change your life.
No, I'm not talking about the "Which Cruel Intentions Character Are You?" quiz, although that one's pretty great (I'm Annette, which is annoying, because obviously Kathryn would be much more fun). I'm talking the Five Love Languages quiz.
I'm a little embarrassed about jumping on board the Internet Armchair Psychology train, but for real: it's kind of amazing.
I couldn't help it:
I totally put a rug in our kitchen.
I kept seeing pin after pin after pin of beautiful, fancy rugs in otherwise spare kitchens, and got all obsessed, and then I discovered an old Persian rug of my parents' sitting in their storage closet right before we moved, and:
When you buy a house without ever having actually seen it in person, it's reasonable to expect a few little surprises to come your way...and yup: on our first night in our new place, I discovered something pretty unexpected.
There was no light.
Like, none.
Oh, these are so cute. And so easy. And so festive I can hardly even stand it. Full disclosure: I don't love them with the vehemence that I love my Chocolate Salted Strawberries, but the adorableness factor compensates for the fact that they include milk chocolate's sad cousin, white chocolate.
We had a little pool party for some friends on Saturday, and I used it as an opportunity to play around with some summery recipe ideas I've been meaning to try, and let me tell you: these were quite the hit. More easy, party-friendly dishes coming up, so if you're planning a Fourth of July get-together stay tuned - totally got you covered. But you can go ahead and start with these, because they are Oh So American.
Oh, you sillies, not that kind of tripping. This ain't no Burning Man blog (although full disclosure: I have a couple of friends trying to convince us to go next year, but ehhhh I dunno, I feel a little jumping-on-the-bandwagon-ten-years-late-and-after-massive-commodification, ya know? Also it sounds kind of fun. And dusty).
No no: we're talking road tripping.
See, before we embarked on our journey (for which I had to pack not only for the two weeks of actual cross-country driving, but for the week we spent being displaced prior to our departure, and for the week of I-have-no-idea-where-anything-I-own-is after our arrival), I put a lot of thought into packing. I tried to streamline everywhere I could, packing the bare minimum so that we wouldn't be overloaded...but when it came to toiletries?
Goodness, do I ever have ugly feet.
I know they don't look all that ugly in this photo; that's because I surrounded them with my cute new floors to distract you (and also because I used FaceTune to spruce 'em up a bit before posting this shot, ssh; no but seriously, nobody needs to see those things in their un-retouched state).
I'm belaboring this point because we're not really talking run-of-the-mill ugly feet (as most feet are); we're talking a disaster. Partially because I can't remember the last time a pedicure was on the menu, but mostly because my crazy-dry skin (you know, the that I've whined about here over and over and over) makes itself extra-special apparent on my feet, resulting in actual, Grand Canyon-style cracks (it's as attractive and comfortable as it sounds). I'm willing to ignore a lot of things, but for-real holes in my feet? Nothankyou.
