Today is daylight’s savings! 10 fun things to do with that extra hour.
Love a good activist t-shirt!
Wedding invitation tea towels = cute!
The best tumblr of The Worst Cat. (spoiler: it’s not a cat.)
Want tiny umbrellas for those drinks? (DUR. YES.) You can make them yourself!
Good advice for any moms who are trying to ‘transform’ themselves (or anyone, really.)
My healthy mantra when I’m feeling annoyed at someone/totally disgruntled with humanity is, “Everybody is doing the best they can.”
Ahhh…did you feel that? It makes everything better. And the best part?
It really is true.
It’s true about that friend who called pretending to ask you how you were doing and just when you begin to tell her you’re having the worst day of your life she steamrolls the convo and tells you how a-maaaaa-zing her life is going.
It’s true about the turd that raced in front of you in the mile long check-out lane when you had one item to purchase and he had a bajillion.
It’s even true about your mother in-law who manages to insult you at least every other time you hear from her.
Stop living my fantasy, people who turned a Dutch church into a home!
I devoured this book in a week and neeeeed to talk to someone about it. Her father! What?!
The perfectly Minneapolis backyard wedding.
I love hearing what non-Americans think about life in America. This post about parenting in America was particularly eye-opening.
I was surprised by how supervised children are here. In Japan, kids go to school by themselves. As soon as children start first grade, they walk and ride trains and buses by themselves—even in Tokyo! I was surprised that in New York, my friend walks her 12-year-old son to school everyday. My son is five and in first grade, which is a ten-minute walk from here. If I let him go alone, I would be put in jail! So I walk with him to school every day.
—Reika Yo Alexander, who moved from Japan to New York
Here’s that NYC taxi driver pinup calendar you asked for.
Doesn’t this DIY hand towel ring look posh?
I wish I had the guts to vogue on live tv.
I loved Alicia’s post on ‘frivolous memories‘
What’s significant about Instagram, and about my frivolous memory-keeping, isn’t the subjects of my pictures. What’s valuable to me is the chance to focus in on the highlights of life. Some people use a gratitude journal, some say a daily prayer of thanks. I offer up an image instead.
Gorgeous weather on a picnic? I’m grateful for the laughter of my friends, the richness of brie, and this quilted blanket in the grass.
New apartment? I’m grateful for the opportunities these empty rooms will offer.
Rough day? I’m grateful for the martini my roommate shook up for me.
Love this print.
Yessss! (I’m still trying to learn this.) Nothing is more exhausting than the task that’s never started.
Cutecutecute. Photographer’s dog plays hide and seek.
Oof. Super heavy but worth reading: We need to talk about women who regret motherhood.
I remember asking myself, ‘Is he really mine?’ He could, quite literally, have been anyone’s baby. Had a kind stranger offered to adopt him at that moment, I would not have objected.
Still, I wished no harm on Stuart and invested every ounce of my energy in caring for him. Even so, I know my life would have been much happier and more fulfilled without children.