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Lemondrop

This girl though. (Dress | Shoes)

The bulk of my daughter's wardrobe consists of her brother's hand-me-downs - because of the money/effort-saving thing, but also because I've always loved how she looks in his old stuff - but of course I do occasionally come across a flouncy, girly dress or pair of shoes that I can't resist. The problem with "special clothing" for kids, though, is that kids have a tendency to ruin it. Immediately. So I did what I suppose most parents do with their children's nicer clothing: I reserved it for special occasions.

Except there was this one dress - a red corduroy dress that my mother-in-law gave her that was meant to be her Christmas dress. But the first Christmas she had it, it was too big for her, so I figured I'd save it for the next Christmas and not have her wear it in the meantime so it still felt special...and then the next Christmas it was too small. So now it's in a box in our garage. After that, I began applying the same principle to my kids' clothing as I do to my own: the only way you can be absolutely certain that you won’t mess it something up is to never wear it...and what that means is that it’ll never get worn.

DIARY

The Mom Who Just “Up And Leaves”

Witness the work-from-home mother in the wild.

She parents! And makes a living! AT THE SAME TIME.

Alriiiiight, it happened. A troll made me mad. I know I said a few weeks ago that troll comments rarely get to me anymore - and really only do when they feel like they contain a little nugget of truth - but the other day someone asked who was watching my kids while I was in New York City shooting a pilot for a show, and I got all riled up.

Anxiety

The Sense Of Falling

Lots of things scare me. The possibility of not having enough work to pay the bills. The idea of my parents getting sick. Climate change. Spiders. Most of my fears are pretty general, though; they wake me up at night and start my heart pounding, but still, they don't inspire that immediate kind of terror that you see in movies (well, except for the spiders).

I'm ten thousand feet up in the air right now. My son is watching Thor in the row in front of me and my daughter is asleep on my lap, and my hands are shaking almost too badly to write this, because I don't know that I've ever been more scared in my life than I was just a few minutes ago.

I dream often of plane crashes. I'm pretty sure that they symbolize a fear of losing control, which means my subconscious really knows what it's doing. The dreams are always different, but one element stays the same: I'm looking out the window, and I feel a lift in my stomach, and then there's the sense of falling. Sometimes I crash in my dreams. Sometimes I board another plane, just trying to get home, and the next plane I'm on crashes, too.

Decor

“Breaking” News: H&M Is Doing Home Decor

OK, so perhaps this isn't "breaking," per se, as a Google search just informed me that H&M has been selling home decor stuff for...ahhh...a really long time. But whatever, had no idea until yesterday, when my mom and I went into the H&M in midtown Manhattan and I just about collapsed from the gloriousness of all the pillows and candles and trays and mirrors, so we're calling it breaking news anyway.

IT'S SO GOOD, you guys. How did I not know about this before?!?! (The answer is that the H&Ms in my area don't have a home section, and H&M is one of those places that I tend to want to buy from in person rather than on the internet, so I can feel the quality for myself, so I'd never noticed the home decor section on their site, either.)

The pieces are chic and unbelievably well-priced - and there are a bazillion options for every room in the house, including a kids' department that totally schools Ikea's. And you know how H&M clothing is sometimes kind of "eh" in terms of its construction, and then other times you pick up a piece from them and end up wearing it over and over for years? The home decor items, from what I've seen, fall into that latter category: they're trendy, sure, but there are also lots of more classic-feeling pieces, and virtually everything I picked up looked and felt substantial and well-made. I'm serious when I say that I could happily decorate my entire home from the line. (...And since you can get all 20 of my favorite pieces online, I just might have to.)

My Looks

Sneaky

Oh my sneakers

A few weeks ago, Skechers asked me if they could send me a pair of sneakers from their Spring collection to try out/potentially wear in posts/etc, and I was like "ehhh, I have a couple of pairs of sneakers; I'm probably good, but thank you!" But then I went on the site to take a quick look, and excuuuuuuuuse me but what are those?

So I said yes, please can I try these out because they're red, and now I know that they are also a DREAM on your feet. (This is not a sponsored post, just FYI; this is good old genuine enthusiasm talking here.) I have a feeling that the technology that they use to make them this comfortable was developed for little old ladies with bone spurs, but whatever, I'll take it. (I went and looked up the sneaker info, and the extreme comfort level is apparently a combo of the memory foam insole, the stretchable, "sock-like" inner lining, and the padded collar and tongue.)

Entertaining

All The Springy Things

April showers, et cetera et cetera

The school I attended up through the sixth grade was technically Protestant - the hint being its name, Trinity - and students were required to attend Chapel each week, but, oddly enough, the student body was predominantly Jewish. So was the student body at Dalton, where I spent the remainder of my grade school years. And so was I, sort of - my dad is Jewish. Except my mom is a lapsed Protestant. And both of them are atheists. So I guess you could say that when it came to holidays, religion didn't exactly play a big role - we essentially cherrypicked the ones that seemed to make sense to us to celebrate, and celebrated those in a way that made sense to us, too.

Easter was never really a big deal in our house; it always came upon me out of nowhere, like an afterthought to Valentine's Day (the Easter Bunny usually delivered my basket of creme eggs in the morning, shortly after my parents had ushered me back into bed; it appears that I wasn't the only one who Easter took by surprise). Once, when I was in fifth grade, a friend of mine took me to an Easter service with her family. I remember being excited to dress up in my favorite plaid skirt, and I remember the kids got to go up on stage to pet a rabbit, but that's about it.

Fashion Tips & Reader Questions

Travel Capsule

I have located the perfect travel outfit. 

Blouse | Socks | Boots (similar) | Sunglasses

Don't you hate it when you spend a lifetime going about something one way, and the way you do this thing is easy and involves no brain cells, and sure, it may not be the best approach on the planet, but whatever...and then all of a sudden someone named, say, Francesca shows up and tells you that you should start doing this thing in a way that requires something approaching work, and so you humor her, only to discover that her way is, in fact, much better?

DIARY

I Didn’t Go To The March For Our Lives, And This Is Why

I’ve marched a lot in the past year and a half - in the streets of Los Angeles, at the San Francisco airport, on the side of a road somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and so on and so forth, as we do nowadays - but this Saturday, during the March For Our Lives, I stayed home.

I packed for Monday morning's flight to New York. I played Mario Kart with my kids, and covered spring bulbs with just-thawed soil. Every hour or so I sifted through my social media feeds, watching all passive and warm on my big, comfortable couch while Emma Gonzalez stood silent to mark the six minutes and twenty seconds it took for a former classmate to murder 17 of his classmates with a semi-automatic rifle, while eleven-year-old Naomi Wadler reminded America that there are huge numbers of American women whose deaths by gun violence are mere statistics, and while Yolanda Renee King echoed the words of her grandfather: "I have a dream that enough is enough. That this should be a gun-free world. Period."

"Spread the word," she led the chant. "Have you heard? All across the nation. We...are going to be. A great generation."


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