I wish I could write a song called "Please Don't Throw Out Your Mirrors."
It would go something like this:
"Please don't throw out your mirrors. They are useful for so many thiiiiings!"
Or something.
Please Don’t Throw Out Your Mirrors (A Song)
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Really? It Had To Be MARSALA?
Ew.
If there is one color on the planet that I can say I actually hate - like, shudder-hate - it is marsala. Which isn't actually a color - it's a not-especially-delicious wine that does, however, make for very yummy chicken - but whatever, I'll let that one slide. What's more important is the fact that Pantone's Color Of The Year is, effectively...
mud.
Say Yes In 2015
I’ve said over and over how much I’m not really a fan of New Year’s Resolutions, mostly because they feel more like chores than anything else (and chores that will be immediately abandoned come January 2nd, at that). But another reason why they’re so not-especially-fun is that they’re all about “no”s. Don’t do that. Or that. Definitely stop doing this.
You know that thing you love? STOP DOING IT.
Ugggggh.
Bucket List VI: Almost Paradise
Okay, this is REALLY IMPORTANT, you guys.
If you live ANYWHERE near Tarrytown, New York, you need to book an afternoon at this place IMMEDIATELY.
Do you see all the capital letters I'm using? That is FOR EMPHASIS BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO DO IT.
Daily InstaGlam
Citybound for dinner with Dad in basics + hat.
(Alice & Olivia Jeans; Monrow Classic Tee; Hat Attack Fedora; Kenzo Clutch ℅)
Thrifted Footstool: Before And After
I told you I legit couldn't stop crafting.
I think it's because I've decided that I don't care whether the end result is especially spectacular. I mean, it's nice if what comes out of an hour or two spent in the company of a paintbrush and some bad reality TV is a beautiful addition to my home, but far more important is having a little fun with it. Because if it's not fun…what's the point? If you just chill out a little bit about the end product and let your freak flag fly, what crafting ends up being is free therapy, and ain't nothing better than that.
OK, so check out this footstool/bench thing that I found at a thrift store on the Saw Mill. Now, that is an ugly piece of furniture. Pukey color, tattered (albeit glittery) seat fabric, et cetera et cetera. But I was really into those curved arms and had a sneaking suspicion that with a little TLC it could be really beautiful, so home with me it came.
Links & Love & Stuff
Spent yesterday assembling a a succulent display and moisturizing, because all that holiday madness left me a bit of a mess. (That planter kit, by the way, is pretty much the neatest thing EVER - they send you everything you need and you do the planting, then hang the finished project on your wall once the roots take hold. Coooool.)
The Internet's reaction to Fox News' request that viewers share what they're "over" is just wonderful. #socialmediastrategyfail (Related: Fox News Says President Obama Plans To Ban Christmas Cookies, because obviously.) (via The New Civil Rights Movement.)
That ear jacket thing isn't a trend I was planning on hopping on board with mostly because my life at the moment doesn't really include fabulously ornate earring-requiring outings…but I like this pair so much I'd wear them at home, with pajamas, just because.
Happy New Year’s Eve! (And A Video)
Thank you SO MUCH to all of you who took time out of your busy holiday season to answer my "how can I do better in 2015" survey - it's been so fun reading through all the submissions and learning more about you and what you're looking for from RG (if you didn't get a chance to fill it out and would like to add your two cents, click here).
(Got it.)
Some favorite comments and a few responses:
Duck Duck Boot
What I've discovered over the years during which we've been visiting Kendrick's family in Ohio is that an eight-hour car ride followed by several days of sitting by fireplaces eating things and drinking things presents you with an excellent opportunity to wear the clothing equivalent of pajamas: your very favoritest, most comfortable stuff. Over and over again, if you want to, because no one's keeping tabs on whether you changed out of the shirt you were wearing yesterday (or maybe just slept in it and wore it again, ssh).
In other words: some serious vacation-wear.
And in my world, serious vacation-wear means those same distressed jeans that are apparently glued to my person these days, that same plaid shirt that you've been seeing me wear for a good five years now (talk about a good buy; I think it was like twelve bucks at H&M), and duck boots. Because duck boots are THE BEST (and these are extra-the best, because they're also affordable and ridiculous-comfortable).
When The Teeth Come Out
Both of us had a rough night.
On Christmas morning, I posted a picture of Goldie wearing one of those amber teething necklaces, and a couple of readers and I started chatting on Instagram about whether they "work." I ordered one as a Christmas present for her not really understanding what it was supposed to do (I actually thought the babies were supposed to chew on it, like they chew on that teething jewelry sold for mothers to wear), but upon Googling realized that their purpose is to emit some kind of acid that acts as a natural anti-inflammatory and pain reliever.
Hmmm.
