Archive for March, 2015
Call me a freak; unless I’m washing my hair, I prefer a morning bath to a shower. The trick to not putting yourself right back to sleep is to keep the water on the room-temperature side (trust me! it’s invigorating!) and bathing with something quite refreshingly-scented, like this stuff, which packs a double dose of invigorating, what with its mix of lemon and lemongrass.
It can be anything: a bad marriage, an unsatisfying job, a dress that fit you like it was made for you, but cost twice what you could afford. And, of course, any bad habit—many of which I’ve picked up and discarded over the years and the most pernicious of which was demon tobacco. I am fascinated to hear what you guys have to say on this one.
- The Timothy Hutton career retrospective Q&A we have all somehow been living without. (A.V. Club)
- Barn quilts are kind of a cool thing I never knew existed. (Atlas Obscura)
- RIP to Simpson’s co-creator and ubermensch Sam Simon. (NY Times)
- Seriously. (Slate)
- Vivien Leigh, Florence Nightingale, and more of history’s most notable cat ladies. (Mental Floss)
My friend Andrea has been running around in the cutest denim parka for the past few weeks, and I just assumed its provenance was super-fancy and obscure, because the jacket looks so sophisticated, and because in general Andrea is always uncovering the just-perfect thing from some hitherto-unheard-of source. And yet! It is from J Crew, and marked way down. Do we not love it when things go down precisely like this?
Good morning from Sag Harbor, where the backyard is gorgeous and full of snow, the sun is shining, my internet is moving so desperately slowly I shall consider it a miracle if a post gets out to you at all, and I just finally talked myself into this genius Fornasetti plate I’ve been obsessing over for weeks. Always such a satusfying moment.
Are these Jack Purcells not rather perfect in the grey?
I swore off eyeshadow a while back because I am just so damned bad at applying it. But this new creamy eyeshadow pencil from Charlotte Tilbury is so easy even I can’t mess up too badly: it just glides on, nice and light. And it comes in a variety of hues—one for every eye color—making matters simpler still.
All I want to do is work a little of this vibe into my lingerie game. But most leopard print underthings are so trashy.
This Dolce & Gabbana bra is so right that I can almost not even bear it. It’s that dead-on print, of course, but also the full, retroish shape. So voluptuous. I’m convinced that if I owned it, I’d just walk around all day feeling like the hottest creature alive. And it would already be mine, if not for the cost: $475, which is just not even fair.
And here’s your reasonably-priced option, because you know I wouldn’t leave you hanging like that.