I want to live in this bathroom. (Buy a similar tub here.)
You know what's happening back at my house right now? We're just about done with the hallway bathroom renovation - we're just waiting on the floor tiles to finish it up and show you the "after" - and so I figured it was time to add another project (you know, to keep life spicy).
So? On to the other bathroom it is; a significant portion of my house is being ripped to pieces as we speak.
I've been looking for an excuse to post these images from Gray Malin's brand-new Coral Casino collection (first seen and obsessed over during my stop into his office last time I was in LA), and I can't find one. So apropos of nothing, really (apart from the fact that I guess they're semi-thematic, being as I am currently on a scuba diving trip and there is water in these shots, too)...
Here are my favorites. (Oh that beachball one.)
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The blood moon (and a Supermoon as well, I think) rising over the ocean last night.
If you've been following my Insta stories, you already know this, but surprise! I left the country. I'm in the Cayman Islands with my parents, because there's been some health stuff going on with my family lately, and a couple of weeks ago they asked me to come with them on their trip, and so I used a bunch of miles and booked a ticket. I wanted (or needed, really) to come down and spend a few days diving with my dad and hanging out and talking with my mom.
And so this is where I am now.
When I was a teenager, thrift stores (specifically the Salvation Army on West 46th Street) were where I bought virtually all of my clothing. I went through a phase where my school wardrobe alternated between vintage ball gowns (really) and pajamas (like, actual old man pajamas). Which was convenient, because vintage ball gowns and old man pajamas are two things that thrift stores do really, really well.
While I still haunt Goodwills and charity shops for furniture, I don't really go thrift-store shopping for clothing all that often, because it takes wayyyyy too much focus and time, and focus and time are not things my children like me to have. When I was in LA the other week, though, I took myself on a little date - first to Body Electric Tattoo for some new piercings, then to the Village Idiot for rosé and cheese, and finally to Wasteland. You know, just to see.
Among my children’s less-than-lovely qualities: they treat breakfast time as if they are sitting in a diner with a thirty-page menu, and I am their chef, server, and dishwasher (who is, of course, also tasked with getting them dressed and washed and brushed and out the door by 8:35 on the dot with whatever toy absolutely must be carried to school and then carried back home with me, because toys aren't allowed in school but no one seems to have internalized that fact).
One of them would like triple-berry pancakes with a side of bacon (extra crispy), and for the other only house-baked muffins and hand-churned cream will do (if you could just zest that fresh lemon real quick it'd be much appreciated, mama). And all of these things must be on the table right. Now. (I am kidding, obviously, but only a little. Seriously, they are SO SPECIFIC.)
I can't do it. NO ONE could do it.
Pictured: Noritake Dinnerware (click here for my curated collection)
I'm not a person who eats falafel. Which is weird, because I'm also a person who grew up in New York City, and falafel is definitely among the most consumed foodstuffs (foodstuffs!) within the five boroughs. I've never eaten falafel mostly because I'm not entirely certain what it is, apart from having a vague notion that it is spicy (do not like) and involves pita bread (which, you know: meh). Also chickpeas, to me, are really just a thing that makes salads look sadder, and my only serious interaction with them involved my ex-boyfriend eating a whole bunch, turning into a chipmunk, and almost dying (true story).
So what I've always understood falafel to be is, in a nutshell, "Pita Filled With Spicy Things That Might Make You Die." My desire to learn more has always sort of stopped at that point.
While I was on the cruise, I decided to make a little video showing what I do for beauty and skincare while I'm traveling. The end result was...you know what? I'm just going to go ahead and call it a must-see.
This post was created in collaboration with Eucerin Baby. The content and opinions expressed are my own.
My children inherited a lot of nice things from me. My son has my oversized smile, which makes me happy, and my daughter has my…oh, let’s just call it my “passion” (for many things, but mostly for getting my way). One not-so-nice thing they both appear to have inherited: my alligator skin, which I’ve been moaning about on RG for years and years.
My son’s dryness always seemed tied to the weather - during the dry winter months, his cheeks developed bright-red, flaky patches that only seemed to finally disappear for good once we moved to California - but my daughter is more like me, in that the dryness is all over her body, and while it’s worse during the winter, it’s really there all the time. I’ve even started to notice signs of eczema on her calves and the backs of her arms.
The Pro Portrait Studio was clearly money well spent.
I have never been on a cruise. This is mostly, I think, because I grew up with parents who - based on literally zero first-hand experience - were absolutely positive that cruises were terrible in every way. And so I, too, spent more than three decades believing in the depths of my soul that cruises were, indeed, terrible, and swore that I would never waste my hard-earned money on one. And then one day a few months ago, a friend of mine explained cruises to me in the following way:
“They’re like Club Med,” she said. “But on a boat.”
This is cereal that tastes (and looks) like a s'more.
While I was in LA, four boxes the approximate size of small vehicles arrived on Francesca's doorstep. They were filled with cereal - specifically Post's new cereals, OREO® O’s, HONEY MAID® S’mores, NUTTER BUTTER®, and CHIPS AHOY!®, which I was taste-testing and photographing for a sponsored Instagram. (This post, despite all those legally-required ® symbols - is not part of any campaign; it is organic content in the very purest of ways, as in I want to eat and look at and think about and roll around in these cereals every day, all of the time.)
Francesca was far less excited about the boxes than I was.
