My older sister Melissa is getting married this weekend! I’m Maid of Honor, so I’ve been hard at work on my toast and we’ll be driving up to Rhode Island tomorrow morning for all the festivities. I’m very much looking forward to celebrating! It’s going to be a great wedding.
So an early congratulations to Melissa and Dennis! I’ll be on blog hiatus for the rest of the week, but I will return next week.
I’ve been looking high and low for cropped white jeans that aren’t see through and don’t make me feel like a hippo. Partly because they’re pretty hot right now, partly because white just looks nice in summer, and partly because I once had a pair of cropped white pants that I loved loved in college, but they grew too small (or I grew too big. It’s all in the way you choose to think about it). One of my favorite outfits that spring of senior year was a hot pink, long-sleeved shirt (still have one of these, though it’s a different one), a patterned pink scarf I wore as a headband, and the white pants. Those white pants were from the Gap, and the white jeans I bought myself on my birthday are also from the Gap. Maybe I’m trying to recreate my youth, or something, but whatever it is, I’m okay with it.
Pink button up: J. Crew Factory
Oxfords: DSW
Joe said I looked a little “country club” in this outfit, but I am also okay with that.
My new bag that doubles as a clutch–I haven’t bought a new bag in over a year, and I thought this was perfect for summer strolls and concerts and day trips.
Obligatory shoe shot.
How do you feel about white pants?
I’ve been a little MIA this week on the blog…and in spirit. But the sun is out and I’m feeling better about things. My birthday turned out to be a lovely day, complete with a gorgeous flower arrangement delivered to my office from Joe, plenty of birthday messages from friends and family, thoughtful gifts, and the fried chicken dinner at Momofuku. Documentary evidence of how crazy the amount of food they give you below:
I’ve been feeling a little uninspired by style blogs lately–it seems that everyone is going the same thing, over and over. Does anyone else get that feeling? So, I’m a little low on links today. Regardless, I hope you all have a great weekend (we’ve got visitors from Boston coming, so should be a fun weekend!)–get out there and enjoy some sunshine!
PS–Happy Mother’s Day, Mom! We’ll celebrate properly next weekend. 
Best of the Looks:
I like the way the colors are working together in Chiara’s look–The Blonde Salad.
A simple and inexpensive midi skirt at Old Navy.
The trendiest in glasses looks.
Textbook takes another look at Holden Caulfield.
Love the literary look series at Books Matter.
Best of the Books:
Cooking by the book–I really want to try one of these dinners!
Fun look at how books are made.
An iPhone case that looks like a bookcase!
Books the staff of the NYT lies about reading. (You know you all do it too!)
Happy weekend, all.
By now, you’re probably aware that legendary children’s author Maurice Sendak passed away this week. It’s not only a loss for children the world over, but for all of the grown ups who remember reading his work as a child. I have vivid memories of reading Where The Wild Things Are in school, in first grade. After we read the book, our teacher passed out brown paper grocery bags, markers, and yarn and asked us to make ourselves “wild things.” My creation had a head full of bright orange yarn and a leering grin. When we were finished, we cut out eyeholes, put the bags over our heads, and paraded around the hallways of the school. We were encouraged to roar and shout and yell. It is one of the few memories I have of elementary school.
And why does it stick with me? Because I was never a wild thing. I was quiet, shy, followed the rules, sat by myself at recess. While Max, the hero of Sendak’s Where the Wild Things Are, hungers for excitement and breaking the rules, I was content to read in a corner. So, for me, putting on a mask and roaring down the hallway was an excuse to come out of my shell, even if just a tiny bit. That’s the wonderful thing about the book–it celebrates the fact that children shouldn’t be afraid of their anger, their hunger, their desires, even their fears–it celebrates that children are REAL PEOPLE with the same kinds of emotions as the rest of us. There aren’t many books, even those written for adults, that have stuck with me in this way.
Do you have fond memories of reading this book?
Despite a relaxing, fun, and delicious weekend (or maybe because of?), Monday has been exceptionally rough. Whenever things get like this, especially during my birthday week, I am tempted to wallow, and to treat myself with things that aren’t good for me. For example, I went to J. Crew on my lunch break, hoping to help things by spending money and buying clothes I don’t need. Luckily, nothing quite worked in the fitting room (though that REALLY didn’t help), and I walked out without making a dent in my wallet. However, I did buy chips and guac at Chipotle on the way back to the office and devoured most of the bag though I’d already eaten a salad for lunch earlier. Now I have a stomach ache and profound guilt.
Do any of you have this problem? When things don’t turn out as hoped, or are just particularly crappy, do you turn to shopping or ice cream or other things that are “bad” for you to make you feel better? I’m thinking that kicking back with a book and the pup and the fiance will help the situation a great deal, but what to do when those options aren’t available? I’m interested in your tips!
