Do you remember the best thing you’ve ever eaten? In my twenty years, the first few were probably reserved for baby food. I’ve never asked, but I assume my parents bought a lot of it from Tops and Aldi, although my Dad is quite the chef, who am I to know without asking if he wasn’t cooking me up some delicious homemade applesauce or non-Kraft, Italian-style mac and cheese? Not that I’d remember anyway. The… View Post
{Wearing: BDG jeans, Free People tank, thrifted silk scarf, Shoefly Buffalo mules, thrifted belt, thrifted purse, Indie Twenty necklace} You might think I’m being dramatic. You might ask “does she really think the Holy Grail is a pair of jeans?” to which I frankly answer “uh-huh.” But I have searched high and low — in the deep, dark depths of the internet — scouring mom jeans article after boyfriend jeans article after girlfriend jeans article after dad… View Post
You have a day off. It’s a rare occurrence, actually having uninterrupted free time. I mean, it’s not totally uninterrupted. There’s that piece due, and you really should text your family/friends/that person you said you’d meet up with that you’ve been waiting for a free minute to see. What about those articles piling up in your to-read list? Weren’t you going to finish that book, the one you’re reading half a chapter at a time?… View Post
Last night, I did that thing where you get all dressed up, go to a fancy restaurant, order an expensive dish, by yourself. Going on a date solo has always appealed to me, given that my mind usually associates the act with strong female leads traveling in romantic comedies, unconsciously romanticizing the event as a rite of passage to independence and confidence. So, feeling like Julia Roberts, I had fun. I dressed for the occasion. “American… View Post
{Wearing: Zara wide-leg pants, Free People silky crop tank, Indie Twenty necklace and ring, Born in California mules} Wide-leg pants: the chic-est sweatpant known to womankind. They are the elusive cool kid of clothing. On one hand, they say “What figure?” but in another way, they practically embody Betsey Johnson’s quote of how girls don’t dress for boys, they dress for themselves. I always respected the gaucho-like pant but never desired to integrate a pair… View Post