Hair, of all things. I’ve never been blessed with a sense of consistency in the beauty department. As a child, my own grandmother often failed to identify me in family photos due to a near-constant rotation of (admittedly terrible) hair choices: the leave-in Perm, the impromptu bangs, the great Sun-In overdose of 1994.
I used to get dressed in the winter, used to rally against the cold and put together a somewhat-presentable uniform for my weekly grocery run or a library return. Once, lifetimes ago and certainly pre-children, I dressed myself up for an afternoon matinee, heels and all, a double layer of mascara. What’s the occasion? the
Head’s Up: Sponsored by Zappos The cucumbers are rotten and the news is all bad and it’s just that we really, really need each other. — This summer was a hard one over here. This summer was a hard one everywhere, I think, and we’re all still a bit raw from the scorch. The fires,
(Start here.) I’m a denim girl through-and-through, both for their ease and durability, but when summer starts to shift into fall, I find myself reaching for a welcome substitute: linen trousers. WHY? Call ’em cropped pants, or culottes, whatever you’d like. The fact remains: they’re the single-most versatile replacement for denim I’ve found to date.
(Start here.) My criteria for a mid-summer essential can be summed up in three words: comfortable, easy and fully washable. Sticky banana stains and rogue finger paint are not unlikely in these parts, so I’m continually steering clear of the dreaded Dry Clean Only label. And with frequent walks to playgrounds, parks and neighborhood haunts,
(Start here.) The term crop tank conjures up all sorts of images for me, mainly of long afternoons sauntering around a studio floor in dance class (Motown Philly back again indeed). This is not that, although I sure didn’t mind those calve muscles a bit. WHY? Here’s why I love the crop tank: it’s wildly
(Start here.) It’s no secret that the elusive perfect tee has long been a style enigma. Is it a lightweight linen, or structured cotton? V-neck or crew? Black vs. white, or long live charcoal forever and ever, Amen? Everyone’s got a favorite. This one’s mine… WHY? With a throw-it-on-and-head-out-the-door ease, there’s much to love about
I laughed at a comment on this post (don’t forget to swipe the arrow): “And now I want to know what kind of makeup you use.” It wasn’t my intent, of course, to make the case for a full face. I’m firmly planted in the “You Do You” category here. We are inherently beautiful, each