The good news: I found Taylor Swift exact blouse (as well as similar pieces to recreate the rest of her outfit). The bad news: you won’t as easily be able to tell some dude, “My eyes are up here, buddy.” Keep reading »
In some ways, I have not changed a bit since I was 13 years old. I still listen to Pearl Jam and I still rock the hell out of a flannel shirt. If you were a child of the ’90s, chances are pretty good that your closet was once packed with an array of flannel shirts, a hallmark of the terribly named “grunge” era. But flannels are hardly a relic of the past and you should totally add one to your winter wardrobe. First of all, they are warm and comfy. Secondly, the oversized, shapeless style has been replaced with cuts that flatter your figure, making a well-tailored flannel totally appropriate for all sorts of occasions, from office holiday parties to estate sale shopping. Dammit, I love a flannel, and I think you should love them too. Here are three ways to wear this one from American Eagle Outfitters…
Lucca is a little bit jealous of my loom.
I can’t even start to explain why I love weaving so much without first explaining, as best I can, what it feels like to have an ADD brain. While I think I would still love weaving even if I didn’t have attention deficit disorder, its therapeutic and meditative qualities have been a life changer.
I don’t really know what other people’s brains are like, but mine has about 7-10 actual trains of thought going through it at once, and those trains of thought are speed bumping over other smaller thought distractions which appear and then vanish just as quickly as they arrive. Of those 7-10 actual thought strands, only a few of them are actually clear and followable; it’s like my brain is thinking about more than I could possibly keep up with, so the goal is to try really, really hard to focus on just one or two of those things running through my brain, letting the others reduce to a murmur in the background. The popcorn thoughts appear out of nowhere and can throw me off — “MY IM IS GOING OFF,” “OOH CUTE SHOES,” “SQUIRREL!” — and suddenly I’m like, “Ack, what was I thinking about? The layout of my new apartment and where to put all of my furniture? No, no, no, wrong one, Amelia, don’t follow that train of thought now, that’s for later. You were thinking about how to write this essay about your ADD — oh Christ another blinking IM, better click it!” Keep reading »
I don’t always agree with Slate’s Dear Prudie advice columnist, but she nailed her response to a person who wrote in to complain about children from lower-income neighborhoods coming to her rich neighborhood to trick-or-treat on Halloween. First, here’s “Halloween For The 99 Percent”:
I have noticed that on Halloween, what seems like 75 percent of the trick-or-treaters are clearly not from this neighborhood. Kids arrive in overflowing cars from less fortunate areas. I feel this is inappropriate.
Sorry to interrupt, but y’all know what “clearly not from this neighborhood” usually means, right? Varying shades of brown. Anyway, go on: Keep reading »
In preparation for my big move to Brooklyn at the end of the month, I have done a massssssive purge of everything in my apartment that I don’t want but is in too good a shape to trash, and am having a big ol’ apartment sale/giveaway extravaganza this weekend. I’m planning on serving some snacks and, most importantly, day-appropriate cocktails. I need to make something that easily serves a crowd, so I’ve decided to make a big ol’ pitcher of Screwdriver Sangria. Get the recipe after the jump! Keep reading »