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(Chocolate chips are being folded into some cookie dough as you read this.)

It’s 2:18 p.m., and I’m just having my first cup of coffee. At 6 p.m. CST sharp, I’ll be picking my True False tickets and getting even more hyped for arguably one of my favorite weekends of the year. My life is pretty scheduled today (sips coffee sarcastically).

As for this weekend, it’s been unseasonably warm in D.C. which means bare legs and new kicks and lots of fresh flowers. My aunt once told me that I’ll really start to feel at home in D.C. during the spring, and I have a feeling she may be right.

Moving across the country is weird, and I’ve probably been a little too vocal about my deep love for all things midwestern. I guess it’s because sometimes I worry I’ll wake up one day and no longer find really big fields full of nothing beautiful. I really like where I’m from, and I didn’t always feel this way. I’m still learning how to channel that passion.

Anyway, while I sip coffee and think about that, here are some things for you to read:

I’ve been obsessed with “Abstract: The Art of Design” on Netflix. (Hint: Tinker Hatfield, Nike’s legendary designer of the Air Jordan, Christophe Niemann, who’s illustrated over 20 New Yorker covers, Es Devlin, the woman behind many of Kanye West and Beyonce’s stage designs; the list goes on and on and on.)

Here are some real cute front doors that make me wish I could paint my own.

“Back Pocket Pasta” is everything I have been waiting for in this life.

I am obsessed with blush and so is everyone else, it’s fine, it’s all fine. Blush is the new black, it’s fine.

Just bought a pair of Stan Smiths’, but do you know the story behind the shoe we’re all mindlessly consuming wearing? 

10 ways to step into activism.

I fucking love Tory Burch, more for her pattern play than her token sandals (I hate large logos and hers is so pretty it’s almost un-logo-like).

I’m kind of a sucker for stories involving really high stakes – and I just found this fictional story about a giant hack that grinds New York City to a halt as I was deep in a bookmark cleanout session. Worth a peek.

All right. It’s my dad’s birthday, so I’m going to give him a call. Have a wonderful week, friends.

love is more thicker than forget

I’ve always had a *wait for it* love affair with v-day. So let’s begin with the basics while I lay out my case:

#1: Do you even know the story behind Valentine’s Day? Now you do. (Spoilers: Y’all he was a marriage vigilante)

#2: Have you read some of the dope love poems written about love, often quoted on V-day? Try these (oops they’re my faves):

Now that we’ve covered that: For me, V-day is about love. All kinds of love. Love for your significant other, love for yourself, love for your friends and family and cousins and barista.

My parents treat V-day this way, too (I say as I snuggle my feet deeper into the heart slippers they sent me this week, in their V-day gift package). I think people get too hung up on the idea that V-day means “couples,” or something heavy. Yeah, there’s pressure to have a nice holiday when you’re in a relationship, and yeah, maybe there’s truth to the cynical rumor that greeting card companies (those denizens of capitalism) started it all to turn a profit.

But can you tell me what’s wrong with a designated day where you pick up flowers (how often do you do this?), eat chocolate, and turn to someone to tell them how much you love them?

Holidays can tend to remind us of what we don’t have if we approach them with the wrong mindset. (Extended family at Christmas and Thanksgiving, an S.O. on V-day, an Insta-perfect party on NYE, etc). I’m challenging you today to broaden what you think V-day (or G-day if you’re a Galentine’s celebrator) is about.

Maybe it’s love for your pet, love for the fantastic earth we inhabit, or love for another human being.

I linked to this poem earlier in the week, but Modern Declaration by Edna St. Vincent Millay really captures how I feel about this, too.

All I’m asking you to do is this: Give v-day a chance this year. It can be more than a holiday you slog through, miserably, bitterly, every year. It can be a day of rest. A day of movement. 

Hell, it could even be a day of radical, boundless love.

Who says we couldn’t use more of that?

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hey what’s up hello!

It’s very cloudy here in DC, so I’ve got all the lights on and my coffee brewed in a Women’s March Seattle mug (TY Sarah!). I’m in workout clothes but it’s touch-and-go as to whether I’ll actually work out today. Same for you?

There are some cool things coming to the blog, but there are also some changes coming, too. I’ve been planning and doodling, so I’ll keep you posted about where those plans and doodles go.

Go grab those stretchy pants; it’s been quite a week:

Snagged Molly Yeh’s cookbook, “Molly on the Range” this weekend. I’ve been looking for it all over DC, so I naturally grabbed that sucker faster than I care to admit when I saw it at Kramerbooks yesterday. Check out her rad, rad recipes. 

Briefly lingered on Chuck Klosterman’s book “But What If We Were Wrong?” while picking up the aforementioned cookbook, but decided my budget would be happier without, for now. You should read this excerpt that GQ published. 

Every March, my college town holds a documentary film festival that pushes the genre of nonfiction film further and further. I love it. There’s a parade anybody can join, there are grown people in tutus and costumes, and everyone is hyped about art and movies and creativity. I can’t wait to go back.

Modern Declaration, by Edna St. Vincent Millay. Relevant.

THE JUICY COUTURE SWEATSUIT IS BACK. SAVE YOURSELVES.

(Sorry about the yelling, but I think you’ll agree that it’s called for.)

How to maintain your resist/work/life balance. 

Not going to lie, this DIY is very #onbrand for me.

Opinions on capsule wardrobes, anyone?

I think travel trends are kind of bullshit, and that you should go wherever you want, but this list makes it easy to pick your next destination.

Are you guys listening to Pod Save America? It’s not perfect, but again, it’s not meant to be. It’s more cathartic than anything, and you’ll definitely laugh. Something we all could use more of. Subscribe on iTunes!

Okay. I’ve got Nutella French Toast here that’s getting cold, and then I have to down a couple more glasses of water. After that, I need to do grown-up things, like grocery shopping and prescription-picking-upping.

But let’s just sit here for a few more minutes in peace, yeah?

 

 

 

 

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Good morning good morning!

Sending you the same wishes as always this morning: that you’re well rested, in some kind of stretchy material, and sipping a hot cup of coffee/tea/love.

Can I tell you something? Last night, when word got out that the ACLU had secured a partial stay on the president’s executive order, I put down my cheap glass of wine, paused “Under the Tuscan Sun” (#guiltypleasure) and burst into big fat tears.

I’m the great-granddaughter of an immigrant, and I know the levels of “great” in front of that “daughter” make it a little less potent, but I’m still filled with gratitude and awe at the number of people who continue, often, to leave everything behind and start anew in this country.

Also: #pierogis.

You and I both know that, while it has copious problems and needs lots of TLC and maybe some tough love, this country was already great.

Keep fighting the good fight, and don’t tune out for a second. We’ve got ’em looking now. Let’s go.

This video about creativity: Art is Theft. 

Actually planning an Affirmation Party as I type.

Group gut check: are we all still mad about “sorry”? 

Ready to hit Rehoboth in this one piece (on sale??!!), or this one, or this one, or…

Read more books by female writers!

A history of marching women. If the women’s march last week was your first protest, don’t let it be your last.

I am the actual worst because I’ve been listening to this song on repeat (oh god, it’s the catchy ayyy-AYY-ayy-AYY-ayy I think also the album is literally called Sunday, y’all). (I also finally listened to Kendrick’s To Pimp A Butterfly all the way through, in order, and it is 1000% better than just picking tracks that stood out to you, as my friends kept telling me).

Have a nice Sunday, you cutie-patootie. Someone is really hoping you’re single, probably.

 

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“Human rights are women’s rights and women’s rights are human rights” – HRC

Yesterday I and close to 500,000 other ladies, dudes, kids, dogs, from all walks of life marched on Washington to show our support for women’s rights, human rights, refugee rights, LGBTQ rights, etc, etc the list goes on. It was a march of solidarity. It was a gathering of hope. I choked up on the way there, and I choked up on the way back.

The next four years won’t be anything like today, but maybe, on some days, they’ll come close.

Here is a reading list for today while you soak your tired marching legs, drink lots and lots of water, and make plans. Make all the plans:

Here’s a full transcript of Gloria Steinem’s speech to the marchers in D.C. yesterday.

Also, here’s what she wants you to know about Donald Trump, via Claire, who is similarly crazy awesome and can rock the coolest of hairstyles.

Some gifts for your lady friends on VDAY, or friends who like pink, fancy things.

Speaking of VDAY, I was lucky enough to participate in fundraising and performing Eve Ensler’s “The Vagina Monologues” for three years in college. February is almost upon us (*gasp!*) and, therefore, VDAY. Learn more about the movement here.

Hate me but I was born a prep and a prep I will always be. J.Crew’s new arrivals have me like *swoon.*

Have a nice Sunday, keep showing up, keep reaching out, keep killing roaches with your Toms boots (just me? ok.).

easy like…2017?

Hi friends! It’s been a minute, right?

Me and my sprained right wrist are sorry about the unintentional hiatus. But work picked up, bugs moved in, and injuries stuck around a lot longer than we thought they would. No matter, though. We’re back, and we’ve got links on links for your (hopefully) lazy Sunday. I’m headed to mass, and then to do some shopping and thank you note writing. Three day weekends are amazing, right?

These eternal optimist talking points for 2017 are just what I needed after this long week filled with really freaking weird news.

Obsessed with this dress, this tassel t-shirt, this sneaker.

Isn’t this color-wheel blanket fun?

How fashion’s athleisure trend is transitioning to the beauty industry (still, please don’t wear makeup when you work out; your pores will thank you). Love this Beauty Department round up, though.

12 Instagram accounts to unfollow in 2017. So much yes.

A little delayed, but no less important: portraits of the women of Standing Rock. 

I hope you have less bugs and less injuries than I do at the moment. Here’s to a new week!

 

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You know where it’s from. 

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This is my usual fall Sunday snack. Cured sausage, cheese, cider.

Happy Sunday. The Cubbies won the World Series, there are 108 stitches on a baseball, and it’s been 108 years. My heart was really homesick this week, and I cried a lot. But such is life, right?

When I go home for Thanksgiving, I’m going to see the Wrigley sign in person just to make sure it wasn’t a dream. I think a key part of growing up is realizing you didn’t dislike home that much after all.

I’m really tired, but this is a 4-day week for me coming up, so how about we read these links and sink into a squishy chair and enjoy the quiet of a Sunday morning? Sound good? I’m going to bake some beer bread later. It’s the Midwesterner in me.

Of all the hot takes and sports reports on the World Series, you have to read this one and do not miss this one.

Currently Reading: “The Opposite of Loneliness” by Marina Keegan and “In Montmartre: Picasso, Matisse and the Birth of Modernist Art” by Sue Roe.

Baseball is just baseball, and a World Series won’t stop bullets from flying this weekend in Chicago.  But maybe there’s an electricity inside profound hope. Maybe we needed something this light.

I just purchased this yoga mat from the new REI Flagship store in DC. My wrists and joints were yelling at me over my last one, so I’ll let you know how it holds up.

Running While Female is a very important piece of writing, especially if you’re a male runner, and have never been harassed while on a run.

Here’s to a nail-biter of a week, y’all. Go vote. Think about the future as you do so. Make good choices.

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Walks around Georgetown.

This week has been absolutely crazy. I’m fighting to get back on a normal sleeping schedule, my boys are in the World Series again, and there were moments this week where I was so homesick I couldn’t see straight. But I’m here with a full cup of coffee and cold Thai food and stretchy pants. It’ll get better.

Happy Sunday, friends.

I bought some running gear from Oiselle, and while I misjudged my size, you need to check out their thoughtfully-designed line of running clothes for women. The cuts feel like a breath of fresh air.

Speaking of design: Girls to the Front, via Vichcraft. #Fempire

Because you’re ready for election season to be over just as much as I am.

7 Single Girl stereotypes we need to stop perpetuating.

Something heavy, to balance the silly: Becoming One of the World’s 65 Million Refugees. Here’s the lead:

Majid Hussain didn’t know who would turn up on his doorstep first: Colonel Gaddafi’s foot soldiers following orders to purge Libya of its migrant workforce, or vengeful rebels wielding Kalashnikovs and the conviction that everyone with black skin deserved to be lynched.

There are really dark pieces of this world, and we need to look at them as much as we look at the lighter pieces, if not more so.

Have a nice week, friends. Get lots of sleep. Get your heart rate up. Smile.

(Here’s where the title is from.) That’s why I’m easy / Easy like sunday morning 

easy like october

(you know where it’s from)

This week was really long, and full of six-hour-snoozes and too-early-alarms. Waking up this weekend was blissful, thanks to the rain and the 66-degree temperatures. My fall clothes are still in transit from Chicago, but using a jean jacket as a layer has never been a problem for me, anyway. I’ll be fine. How are you welcoming fall this weekend? I’m going out to buy caramel apple supplies and teeny tiny pumpkins- it seems only right to stock up.

Here’s something to read on the metro:

Can a brand truly be body positive if it doesn’t carry plus sizes? 

Fashion bloggers aren’t the problem – I love Leandra.

After lamenting all day at work that I didn’t have a trench coat for this rainy weather, I went home, logged on to Macy’s website, and found this one. On sale. In my size. Spooky.

Mostly Almost Sweater-Weather Recipes

I’m growing more and more interested in how fashion brands and fashion editorial brands advertise. Style.com’s first print campaign was an interesting read. 

Something heavier: Big Lonely Doug.

Hope you’re ready for a season full of hand-me down 80s sweaters. I know I am.

 

 

 

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You know where it’s from. “…easy like Sunday morning.”

Here are few things to explore as you hopefully lounge in stretchy pants with someone you love next to you. Ideally you also have coffee and a good book, or the Sunday edition. Not all requirements, but highly recommended.

On this 15th (15th!) anniversary of 9/11, read this classic Esquire piece: The Falling Man.

This New Yorker essay.

Something a little more cheerful: Tex-Mex Three Bean Salad (vegan) that’s even good if you forget the lime juice and add 2x the sriracha like I did.

This is the only travel coffee mug a girl needs. 

Can a national park be a person? With rights? 

This Tove Lo song, which I’ve had on repeat for at least 48 continuous hours (slight exaggeration, but also not that slight).

Let’s go get this week.