(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?
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.