Here is me wearing mink eyelashes. And eighty pounds of hair extensions. (Seriously; this moment was very obviously the most glamorous of my entire life.)
On that note: I'll be live-Tweeting the Academy Awards tonight. Just for fun. Come hang (@ramshackleglam).
I own two pairs of leather pants. Let me show you the first pair. I don't wear them.
Here they are (in a photo shoot I did last fall for Kipling; I don't typically stand in the middle of extremely busy and car-laden streets waving bags around) .
The reason I do not wear these pants is because they are blue, and there are like three places on the planet for which blue leather pants constitute appropriate attire. And none of them are in the suburbs.
OK, so confession: as much as I obviously love shopping for my daughter…my favorite thing to put her in is my son's clothing.
I anticipated putting her in hand-me-downs for money-saving purposes - because for real: a onesie is a onesie is a onesie - but then realized that even on those mornings when we were doing "something special" and I wanted to put her in her very cutest things…I was going for Indy's old tops, and pairing them with Goldie's own leggings or jeans.
Little striped knit sweaters, long-sleeved henleys in "boy" (read: dark) colors…and…best of all...
Sigh.
So I wore my not-very-old-and-really-very-much-liked clutch out on Saturday night to our Valentine's Day extravaganza, and then the next morning, when we were heading out to brunch, had this very specific series of thoughts:
"It's sort of weird to carry a clutch to brunch.
I totally didn't think this weird little kitchen hack was going to work, but enough people told me about it that I finally had to give it a shot.
You know when you are delicately toeing the line between feeling totally a-OK and maybe having the bubonic plague, and the difference between one state and the other, is, like, half an hour of sleep, or maybe a vitamin?
Well, when you are feeling that way, here is what I suggest that you not do: go out until one in the morning, drink really quite a lot of champagne, and then wake up with your children at…oh god, I don't even know when they're waking up these days. ALL THE TIME. All the time is when they're waking up.
By popular demand, here is where you can get that pom-pom hat (I don't see it on their site, but give them a ring and they'll send it to you). Also, in this photo we are at a cafe called Riposo, and if you go to New York anytime around brunchtime please go there and order the Sicilian Eggs Benedict.
These leggings are so weird. And yet I like them. This confuses me.
Never before in my life have I given any particular amount of thought to my "lower torso," and yet, thanks to Sports Illustrated, I am not only thinking about it, I am seeing it. A lot of it. (And in case you weren't aware, "lower torso" is a euphemism.) (The Latest Body Part For Women To Fix, via The NY Times.)
This weekend I had to do a whole bunch of filming for a couple of projects I'm working on…so we thought we'd just keep it going, picking up the camera whenever we felt like it and filming bits and pieces of whatever we were up to.
What we ended up capturing: everything from a panic attack (or, okay, two), misadventures in working-at-home-with-children, first-thing-in-the-morning grumpiness (oh my hair), a lot of road-trip ruminating (as much as I sound all Anxious Annie, please believe me when I say that's just because I'm a crazy over preparer, because I cannot tell you how OUT OF MY MIND EXCITED I am about this), and a major milestone on our son's part (eeeee!!!).
Let me know if you like this kind of post? It's super fun for us to put together, so if you're into the occasional home video mishmash, just say the word!
Look, I am not a Kim (or even a Kourtney). I like makeup, but I don't want to spend forever and twenty minutes doing it. And while I'm not a total disaster when it comes to doing my makeup, contouring always seemed like something best left to people far more talented than I. Like, presumably, Kim. And Kourtney.
As it turns out? It's really easy. And fast. And non-intimidating. (Promise.)
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