While I’m firmly in the no-shoes-indoors camp, I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that certain slippers make me feel decidedly… frumpy. Fortunately, fur-lined slides have settled the score all winter long. These are warm and plush to keep the tootsies cozy (with memory foam to boot!), but juuuuust pulled together enough for me to
I know, it’s not a word. But what else do you call a cardigan that feels like a robe and fits like a dream? Now that we’re nearing the 6-week mark of postpartum, I’ve been itching to venture out, dressed in something that doesn’t qualify as loungewear (no Lansinoh stains allowed) – but still feels
Welcoming a third baby into the fold is a whole new ball game. There are pros, of course. I’m older (not yet fully wiser) with less energy to fret the small stuff. Less time to micro-manage. Less headspace for perfectly-portioned snack hours. Here, kids, have another cheese stick! But the best pro of all –
When you live by a daily uniform, it helps to have a few items that feel ever-so-elevated for the moments you’re just a bit sick of your basics. A denim girl through and through, I’ve found that it doesn’t take much to make my old tried-and-trues feel special-occasion ready – a simple cuff here, an
Found: the comfiest pajamas yet. Here’s the thing about homeschoolers (or at least, this set of homeschoolers): we really are in our pajamas all the time. Call it loungewear, athleisure, whatever — the truth is, we’re often seen traipsing around the neighborhood in what can only be described as glorified nightwear. And yet, when a
Voting with my dollars is ever-important to me, which is why you’ll often find me scouring local thrift stores when the small folks in my home begin to tell me their pants are decidedly cropped, their tees now of the midi variety. Another day, another growth spurt, another Goodwill run – and so it goes.
While I’m not privy to frequent facials (unless you count my nightly steam from opening the dishwasher), I’ll admit – there’s something that feels ever-luxurious about slapping on a serum and massaging the day away. And while I love the idea of an advanced, multi-step skincare ritual once the sun goes down, five minutes is
I’ve long-desired a fellow introverted mother to come alongside me and teach me her ways. With an inherent bent toward quiet, peace, and calm – how do we introverts navigate a life with children who are decidedly… un-so? The good news: it’s here. Or rather, she is. Creatively woven with the wisdom of classic literary