Style

My Looks

My Look, Apparently

Hell's Kitchen, 2015

I think that I have, at long last, found my look. I mean, I've been wearing one version or another of it since 2015, but only recently have I realized that I should just commit to it and call it a day.

What is this look, you ask? It is a silky blouse and matching wide-leg pants, and so essentially amounts to wearing pajamas in public (always a solid life choice, IMO - I am at this very moment wearing actual pajamas even though it is noon on a Thursday, and if you're wondering whether I wore these actual pajamas to school drop-off this morning, the answer is "Have you met me?").

Decor

Love and Kids’ Rooms

Our old (old, old) living room, 2009.

Several lifetimes ago (by my count), I wrote my first of what turned out to be hundreds of posts that loosely fall into the "Diary" category - the missives about parenting, about anxiety, about divorce that I've posted here over the years. This first one, though, was about something a little different. A little more...tactile.

It was about my living room. The living room that I shared with Kendrick (and Lucy, and then later on Virgil and our infant son) when we lived on the Upper East Side.  It was a wild, messy mix of hand-me-downs from my parents, pieces we'd found discarded on the street and fixed up with varying degrees of success, and the occasional element of inexplicable drama (chalkboard fridge! graffiti-covered chest of drawers! insane bird wallpaper!).

DIARY

Five Things I Learned From Francesca This Weekend

Totally casual magazine-reading outfit (dress by Cleobella)

On Friday afternoon, I arrived at Francesca's house for a little kid-free staycation only to find her triumphantly reducing some apricots to make a pork chop sauce. "I just invented this dish!" she declared. "It's SO DELICIOUS!"

We exclaimed over and over about the particular combination of flavors - how unexpected! how delightful! - and snapped a couple of pics, because clearly I would need to post about this unexpectedly delightful new dish.

Style

The Spring Edit, Because Procrastination

Blech.

I'm headed back to NYC this week to film another segment of my super-secret project (it's not that secret; I just have to hold on mentioning specifics until it's done), and I have twenty thousand articles and posts and books and projects I need to be working. on. Usually the more I have to do the more productive I am, but something has happened in my brain today and I cannot.

So instead of doing any of the things I technically have to do in order to remain gainfully employed, I am going to show you some wardrobe additions that I'd really like to make happen this Spring. #solidlifechoices #attagirl

Makeup & Beauty

An Argument In Favor Of Press-On Nails (Really)

The dream

I've had dalliances with fake nails in the past. I know acrylics aren't great for your nails - and I extra-know this because one of these dalliances ended with water seeping into the space between the acrylic and my real nails, unbeknownst to me, and turning my nails a glorious and semi-permanent chocolate brown (oh yes, that happened) - but they're just so tempting. 

As a person who is genetically incapable of growing her nails beyond the ends of her fingertips without them essentially dissolving, there are few things that make me feel more elegant and feminine than perfectly shaped, perfectly polished long nails. And in pursuit of that goal I've basically tried it all: gel polish, strengthening polish, letting my nails breathe to see if they'll reward me by growing, and - yes - acrylics.


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