Look at that guy! Tell me you don’t kind of want to own him, too.
But then I realized that if I bought him, he’d have to live under our dining room table for the next month or two, and while a stone turtle sitting under our dining room table isn’t a style choice that I’d sneeze at…
he was really heavy. And I also just really didn’t feel like carrying him home.
You see, I already had a little beast to lug around.
Want to see some of the other pretty things I spotted on my Sunday trip to HomeGoods?
I picked up a few faux plants, since I kill real ones and I love the look of greenery indoors.
These are fantastic, and sit firmly on the “perfect” side of “just a little bit too much.”
And I already own a lovely lantern courtesy of my trip to Chinatown a few weeks ago, but if you’re into lanterns go to HomeGoods immediately, because there are approximately a million for sale, and they are all gorgeous.
So if you’re still looking for something, I’m going to go ahead and recommend the jewelry department at Off 5th. It is so good.
And anyway, it’s sort of impossible to have a bad shopping trip when you go to an outlet mall; there’s just so much variety that you’re guaranteed to find something you love. Or something someone else will love.
Pictured above is the necklace that I picked up for my mother-in-law on my trip to the Tanger Outlets in Deer Park a few weeks ago, and which I’ll be giving to her when I see her next weekend (she loves all things aqua, silver, and super-long).
(I also told her not to read my site today. No spoilers!)
Have to say, I’m really on board with the jewelry-for-Mother’s-Day thing: it’s obvious, sure, but a guaranteed hit.
But maybe your mother’s just not the jewelry type. In which case, allow me to present the fabulous retro Coca-Cola glasses pictured above, which were only two bucks apiece at Christmas Tree Shops. Or anything else at Christmas Tree Shops (I am newly obsessed).
Q. Hey Jordan! I’m meeting my niece for the first time this summer, when she will be about six months old. I’d like to give her something really special. I think your son is almost the same age…does he have something he really loves?
A. This is a really fun age, because babies are just starting to actually engage in the world around them. My son is particularly into toys with flashing lights, bright colors, music, the whole nine yards…but also, you know, freaks out over his feet, so I think it doesn’t take much to please them right now.
You said that you want to give your niece something that she’ll really love, but also something really special, but the thing is that the toys that will really excite her at this developmental stage are likely things she’ll grow out of. So my suggestion is to bring something fun that she’ll be excited about right this very minute, and also something more classic that she’ll enjoy (or at least appreciate) over the long-term, like a pillow that’s an instant heirloom or a perfect stuffed animal.
I’m a college senior due to graduate in less than a month. I couldn’t be more excited…except for the fact that I procrastinated and don’t have a dress. I want to be cool and comfortable while still looking chic, and stay in the $150 budget range.
Thanks so much!
A. OK, so for me a graduation dress is in line with a bridal shower dress, in that even if you dress…well, like me, this is the time to go a weeeee bit more feminine and conservative. Which is not to say that you need to be boring, not at all. Just…you know, keep everything that needs covering covered, and remember that about a zillion photos will be taken of you, so it’s probably a good idea to err on the side of “classic.”
Want to see what I wore for my graduation?
This Tracy Reese polka-dot dress was a total digression from the way I usually dressed, but I loved it…and it was exactly in keeping with the look that I’m talking about: a little retro, feminine, and classic (but with some fun little twists).
Below, three twists on graduation style for your consideration.
Granted, I put together this look for thematic reasons (we were supposed to visit a ranch yesterday, but ended up having to postpone that portion of the shoot)…but still. If Britney and Justin can do it…
So can I.
Here’s the thing about denim-on-denim. There are rules that you can follow to wear it “properly”. Like these:
- Don’t mix denims that are too similar in terms of wash or weight (for example, pair dark-wash skinny jeans in a heavier weight with a pale-blue, lightweight denim button-down)
- Try unexpected shapes, like a denim vest or denim dress (if you’re nervous about the look, a blue denim vest with khaki-colored jeans, as seen here on Karla’s Closet, is a nice, classic way to ease into it)
- Break up the look with different colors and fabrics, like a neon belt or floral blouse
But…OK. See, rules are lovely and helpful and all, but you know what I think the key to this look is?
Deal with the fact that you are wearing head to toe denim, and work it.
Maybe add some awesome cowboy boots, because why not?
Sparkly jewelry? OK!
(Above, some great ways to wear the look courtesy of Stylelist.)
I found out about Nadeau from RG reader Theresa, who sent me a Daily Candy write-up on the place, and stopped into their NYC location yesterday afternoon to film a segment (and to pick up the most amazing dining room table ever, which I will show to you once I actually have it in my possession - I had to store it for the time being, since it doesn’t come close to fitting in our apartment).
What you’ll find at Nadeau: a constantly changing selection of solid wood pieces from all over the world for incredibly affordable prices. Basically, you’re getting the price point of Ikea without a hint of the mass-produced look. Oh, and you also won’t have to spend your Saturday putting your purchase together: all of Nadeau’s pieces are sold no-assembly-required.
Above, one of my favorite finds from yesterday’s trip: a sort of storage cabinet/vanity/hallway piece with beautiful carvings and iron hooks.
Really, go now (there are locations all over the U.S.). The place is awesome.
I got an email the other day from RG reader Katie, who said, “When I don’t wear eyeliner on the bottom, I feel naked almost, and it makes me insecure as strange as that sounds. But everyone I look at online doesn’t seem to wear any bottom liner and they look beautiful. Do you have any suggestions on how to lighten up my eye makeup?”
I totally get this. For over a decade - every since college - I felt completely undressed and washed-out if I didn’t rim my lower eyelid with black liner, like my eyes were disappearing into my face.
I wore my makeup like this. Every day.
And then I got pregnant, and started wanting to look more “fresh” than “glamorous,” and decided to give a liner-free lower lid a spin…and what do you know? As it turns out, too-heavy eye makeup ages your whole face; especially as you get older, a lighter touch looks far more elegant and pretty. Nowadays, I don’t even touch my lower lid with liner, and just alternate between the three different styles of upper-lid liner shown in the video, depending on my mood.
Q. Hi Jordan, I have chosen this dress from ASOS to be a bridesmaid in my friend’s wedding, but am torn between keeping it at its current length or hemming it so that it hits me right above the knees. Could you offer any styling suggestions?
A. I love that dress, and actually think there’s no hemming necessary: it’s very elegant in that midi length. In keeping with the slightly retro, Audrey Hepburn-ish feel, I’d say go for a simple slingback pump in gold (‘cause it’s a party!) and add a couple of slim bangles…and then go the Angelina Jolie route and add some emerald earrings for pop (and to give a nod to Spring).
P.S. For those of you who are as into this dress as I am, just an FYI: it’s $90 (!), and also comes in hot pink. Love love love.
When it comes to beauty, there are a few products that never leave my side, not for even a day.
I may be forgetful about picking up things like paper towels and coffee pods, but I always remember to keep an extra bottle of L’Oreal’s oil-free eye makeup remover on hand. I refuse to run out. Ever.
You know those things that eye makeup removers always say they are (gentle, residue-free, effective)? This one actually is all of those things. It’s the best.
I once tried to switch over to the generic version that promised “100% More Free!”, and…no. Nonono. I went to bed looking like a grumpy raccoon, and in the AM I was off to a drugstore for a new bottle of my beloved.
Q. Jordan, my upcoming wedding is presenting me with a lot of exciting and fun events in the near future. When it comes to picking out the dress I had no trouble at all…but I’m feeling totally lost when confronted with the task of picking out outfits for the other important parties that go along with getting married.
Any help you could give would be amazing!
A. Oh, these events are so much fun to dress for - in some ways even more fun than the wedding itself, because they’re lower pressure but you can still go big. By which I mean: Red! White! Lace! Sequins!
One important thing to remember: lots of photographs will be taken of you at all these events, so try to lean towards relatively classic shapes and well-cut pieces, and choose those undergarments wisely.
Oh, just do it. Wear a tiny, tiny dress (L to R: Asos, TFNC, Oasis). I’d go for red or white (love that sequined number in the middle), but if you’re feeling a little more classic try a pretty wrap in eye-popping yellow.
I feel like your bridal shower is a nice opportunity to dress a wee bit Mad Men, with a nipped waist and a full skirt, but if the occasion is a little more cocktails than tea party, try coral with a hint of shoulder. L to R: Warehouse, Kate Spade, Shoshanna.
For the next day, I’d go for sweet, feminine, and comfortable (you’ll have had enough of ballgowns and heels by then). These pretty pieces (I’ve tried on the one on the left, and it’s way prettier than it looks in this photo) all fit the bill nicely. L to R: Rebecca Taylor, Shoshanna, Rebecca Taylor.
Saturday was Indy’s half-birthday, so I spent a lot of time this weekend thinking about these past six months, and what I’ve learned; what I’m proud of, and what I’m not. The things that I’m proud of are fairly self-explanatory: I’m proud of the fact that I’m handling all the stuff I need to handle on a daily basis while caring for our son, I’m proud of how he’s growing and learning and changing every day, and I’m proud that despite all my fears, I am very, very much a mother, and have settled into being a parent with the ease that comes with doing something that you love with every part of you.
You know what’s surprising about parenthood? All of those cliches - those things you kind of thought parents were lying about - turn out to be true. I was out at a party last weekend and someone said to me, “Jordan, tell me the truth: do you ever kind of wish that you weren’t a parent, just for a second? I know mothers aren’t supposed to admit that…but it’s true, isn’t it? Sometimes you sort of wish you didn’t have a kid.”
And I thought about it, because a year ago I definitely would have floated the same question to a new parent, but the truth - the simple, easy truth - is: no. I mean, sure: there are times when I’m tired and wish I could sleep in, or times when I miss being able to stay up late watching movies with Kendrick, or times when I’d like to…I don’t know, just be irresponsible for a second…but while all of those things are fun, the second my son smiles he just blows them all out of the water.
Has it been perfect, smooth sailing all the way? Oooh god no. But you know that already. It’s smoother now, now that those scary months (they say it’s the first three months that feel almost impossibly hard, but for me it was four) are past, but of course there are still things that I struggle with; it’s an enormous transition, and six months isn’t enough to settle it all.
For example: I’m someone who takes a lot of pride in having a fairly pulled-together home, but right now I’m not proud of our apartment. It’s not, like, tragically messy…but I feel like we just have so much stuff now that the second I get it all under control, someone moves or breathes or exists, and it’s a disaster again. I’m also not particularly thrilled with my dog ownership skills at the moment: Indy takes up so much of my time and my heart and my physical affection that I feel very sad about how little attention Lucy and Virgil get compared to what they used to enjoy. For both of these reasons, I am so excited to get into a place (soon soon!) with extra space for the humans and a sunny yard for the furballs.
Most striking of all: Like I said in this post, something that I noticed immediately about parenting choices is that they’re much less conscious than I expected them to be. Perhaps you could parent in exactly the way you want to for an afternoon, but not for years, decades. Your beliefs, your upbringing, your way of seeing the world…it just comes out. You can’t help it.
Before giving birth - and in the months immediately following - I said often that I believed that the most important thing that Kendrick and I could do for our son was to make each other a priority, to pay attention to each other and make romance and togetherness not an afterthought, but an essential. And I still believe that: I think having parents who have a solid, happy relationship is a wonderful gift to give a child. This, by the way, is not in any way looking down on parents who divorce, because I understand that sometimes that can be the best choice for a family; but to me, making our marriage a priority is the way to make our son a priority.
But as it turns out, I’m less than the wife I want to be these days. I’m often moody, impatient, or demanding, and the reason for this is that there’s no more weighing what’s important: what’s important is my son, and anything that doesn’t directly serve the goal of making him safe and happy falls into second place. And sometimes it feels like any time that Kendrick and I spend relaxing together is time that I could be spending working to make money for our future, or cleaning the house to make it a more comfortable space, or researching the schools in various Westchester towns, or figuring out which cars are safest…you see where I’m going.
The to-do list contains far too many “do”s right now; so many that communication and romance aren’t exactly at the top. It’s not that I don’t want to prioritize my relationship - it’s that I’ve been blindsided by the way that I feel about our child, and I’m having a little bit of trouble taking my eyes off him for long enough to see anything or anyone else. In the first couple of months I was fine leaving him at home to go on a date; now, I miss him terribly when I’m in the next room. I wake up in the middle of the night anxious for it to be morning so that I can see him grin. Really. It feels exactly like falling in love: more every single day. And I’m sure that this just goes hand-in-hand with motherhood, but it’s thrown me for a loop.
Will it even out as time goes on? I imagine so. Now that it’s warmer, the three of us are starting to venture out into the world for adventures more and more, and these kinds of days are exactly what we need to feel like we’re still us. There is nothing like the joy of parenting, but I feel certain that, for me at least, the joy of partnership is nearly as great. And I’ve lost sight of that a little at the moment, but I certainly haven’t forgotten it.
More things that I am certain of: that marriage is work, that dance breaks for three are beyond compare, that ups and downs and changing rhythms are just a part of it all, that things can be simultaneously very simple and very difficult, and that we will find our way back to the occasional dance just for two.
Six months. The best ever. But for now, that’s where I’m at.
The other day, I decided to take Indy on the subway by myself for the very first time.
In the rain.
At rush hour.
This, as you can imagine, was a terrible, horrible idea. Had there not been a seven-foot-tall guy (who very much resembled Clark Kent, just saying) who swooped in and lifted the stroller through the crowds, I would have just given up and taxi-ed it back home.
Lesson learned: the carrier is the way to go when I’m on my own. When it’s all three of us adventuring off somewhere, however, baby-on-subway is rather fun (he loves it).
And so on Sunday, for Indy’s half-birthday, we took him to Carroll Gardens for a little eating-and-toy-shopping.
I’ve written about Char No. 4 before; they’re very much a foodie-heaven place, but what I really love about them is a) the little enclosed sunroom area in the back, b) the fact that they’re extremely nice and accommodating about babies (we chose the place because last time we went there I was pregnant, and we noticed lots of couples with small children), and c) they allow me to have the pickle that comes in the Bloody Mary without actually ordering the Bloody Mary (both when pregnant, and when not).
If you go, get the pancakes. Do ittttt.
After lunch we stopped into a little place called Mongo, and I thought very seriously about buying one of these incredible oversized balls of yarn before remembering that all I really know how to make are baby blankets, and we’re all full up on those.
I like this picture.
I also like this one. My two little Zoolanders.
Since it was such a gorgeous day and I had to fulfill this prediction, we stopped into Gowanus Yacht Club before heading home.
Above, I’m wearing two of my new favorite things: Ippolita earrings that were an early Mother’s Day gift from the company (I love lapis and used to have an incredible pair of vintage lapis earrings, but Lucy secreted them away somewhere many apartments ago), and a vintage denim jacket with knit sleeves that I found at Urban Outfitters.
This was our Sunday brunch: a tomato, bufala mozzarella and basil scramble.
And this was our Sunday: rainy day-ing it around the house and trying things on for size.
Playing with some half-birthday presents. The usual.
Garlic-Rubbed Roast Pork w/ Lemon-Asparagus Salad & A Poached Egg
Last night’s dinner was awhile in the making.
You see, last week I got all inspired by a recipe I saw in People involving roast pork and poached eggs (mine is a suuuuper loose interpretation of their recipe, which involved things that I do not enjoy - but that you might! - like tarragon and paprika), and went out and bought a pork shoulder over the weekend, but my 3PMs, sadly enough, do not usually involve lazing around the house in silk PJs, eating truffles and bon-bons, and having it suddenly occur to me that “Ooh! It’s a simply parfait time to start getting tonight’s roast into the oven.”
What usually happens is that Kendrick rolls in somewhere around 7:30 and I whiplash my head towards the kitchen, hoping to catch unawares the little wood sprite who has been merrily fixing dinner all the while, unbeknownst to me…but no. And so I trundle stove-wards and fire up one of my go-to done-in-twenty-minutes recipes while Kendrick gives Indy a bath.
Or we order Chinese.
Anyway, yesterday was the last day that I felt like it would be a good idea to get around to cooking meat I had purchased on Sunday, so I made it a point to get myself into that kitchen at 3PM. But the truth is, so long as you take those five minutes in the middle of the day to throw the thing in the oven (or use a slow-cooker that you can set in the morning before heading to work), this meal involves nearly as little in the way of effort as most of my dishes, thanks to the fact that the roast basically takes care of itself, and the rest of the deal can be whipped up in about fifteen minutes at the very end.
GARLIC-RUBBED ROAST PORK W/ LEMON ASPARAGUS SALAD & A POACHED EGG (serves 2 with leftovers)
What you need:
Pork shoulder (about 2 1/2 lbs)
Salt & pepper
2-3 large handfuls arugula
1 bunch skinny asparagus
What you do:
1. Rub the pork all over with olive oil, salt, pepper, and garlic powder (be generous). Place it on a roasting rack and stick it in a 300F oven for about 3 hours, or until cooked through but still tender. Remove the pork from the oven and let it rest about half an hour while you handle the rest of the meal.
2. Trim your asparagus and place it on a baking sheet (I lay down some foil first). Drizzle with olive oil, salt, and pepper, and place in a 400F oven for about 5 minutes, or until just fork-tender.
3. Meanwhile, poach your eggs. I do this by cracking the eggs into a large ladle and lowering them painfully slowly into a pot of boiling water, but if you have any other methods that you prefer, I’d love to hear about them, as mine is tricky to say the least (and, at least this time, resulted in the slightly overcooked eggs that you see in the above photo).
4. Toss your arugula with some lemon juice, olive oil, salt and pepper, and the asparagus, and serve by plating pork slices over the salad and topping it all with a poached egg.
And I’m a sucker for throwbacks, so I love that the color palette is a twist on the original 1950s collection designed by Elizabeth Arden herself (the rose-gold, rose-stamped packaging is another retro nod).
Favorite picks: the Pure Finish Bronze Powder, which comes in three shades and is packaged in the most gorgeous compact (that one on the far left, above), and the Ceramide Ultra Lipstick in Rose Aurora (far right), a slightly shimmery, pinky-brown neutral that works on any skin tone, but that I imagine would look particularly lovely paired with your first (faux) summer tan.
Do you know Yeardley Smith? She’s the voice of Lisa in The Simpsons, so you may not know what she looks like, but you’ve certainly heard her. Anyway, she’s also quite the cool lady: she basically decided hey, I’ve had an incredibly successful career as an actress…why not try other fun things?
Like shoe design!
And so she started Marchez Vous, a line of whimsical shoes with equally whimsical stories that she creates for each one (I’m wearing the Pierette in this post).
Winner will receive one pair of Marchez Vous shoes in the style and color of her choice; you can check out all the styles here. Contest closes Monday, April 23, 2012; check back on my FB page then to see if you won!
If you’ve been reading for awhile, you know how important I think it is to be open about my failures and foibles; the learning (and the joy), I think, is often found in the mistakes.
And yes, I really did have a reporter sitting in my apartment interviewing me about homemaking when my dog disappeared momentarily…and then re-emerged from under my couch, happily batting about an enormous lint ball.
What I like most about this outfit is that it looks fairly pulled-together, thanks to the cinched waist on the skirt, the pearls, and the details on the bag…but it’s also capital-C Comfortable. Why? That dress is light as air, the makeup is next-to-zero (just some Almost Lipstick and mascara), and the shoes are like little pillows of walk-all-over-the-city-and-stay-happy heaven.
Rebecca Taylor (from whom I borrowed a few dresses for segments; this one is so beautiful I’m dancing around the idea of buying it), by the way, has some incredible spring dresses out right now. Three of my favorites are above.
Just a little FYI for those of you with weddings/showers/etc in your near future.
I see you on the horizon, Spring Cleaning, and I will take you down.
And while I’m at it, I’m going to re-resolve to get back on the horse with my cleaning routine, because as long as I stick to it, it’s highly effective and not all that time-consuming. I’ve been…well…not doing it lately, because I’m all “Oh, I’m totally moving, the house is going to be a mess what with packing anyway.”
Cut to three months later, and we’re still…
So. Let’s do this.
My System: There are six rooms in our apartment (kitchen, water closet, living room, nursery, bathroom, and bedroom), so I’ve assigned each of these rooms to a day of the week on my iPhone, and I tackle one a day, no excuses (with a No Cleaning Day built in somewhere in there). I find that handling chores in miniature portions makes me dread them less, and makes me do a better job.
This list is a whittled-down version of Martha Stewart’s Weekly Cleaning Checklist, and it’s a good one. In my former life as an organized person with an under-control household, I actually did hit all of the below bullet-points over the course of a week. (Except for vent-vaccuming. I mean, really: who does that?)
- Change and launder bath mats, towels, and washcloths
- Clean toilets, bathtubs, showers, and sinks (I also like to spray the shower area daily to prevent mold)
- Empty trash bins and wipe down outside and inside
- Wipe down mirrors
- Change and launder sheets and pillowcases
- Discard magazines that you’re done reading and reorganize bedside table area (this one is huge for keeping your room looking neat, and I am off to do this right now because really, who needs that many Stars and US Weeklys in their life?)
- Empty trash bins
- Change and launder tablecloth and cloth napkins, if you use them
- Wipe down table and chairs
- Sort through in-box; pay bills and file paperwork (I keep a little letter organizer on my desk, stash everything in the world in it, and go through it weekly)
- Empty trash bin
- Discard old food, beverages, and takeout containers
- Flush drain with boiling water
- Wipe down all surfaces, including refrigerator, sink, and cupboard doors
- Wipe inside of oven, microwave and toaster oven
- Wipe down inside and outside of trash bins
- Sort through magazines and catalogs; discard those you’re done with and store the rest
- Fluff and rotate sofa cushions
- Dust all surfaces, including light fixtures and tops of books (don’t forget to dust on top of and behind your wall hangings)
- Vacuum and mop floors (I have wooden floors and use no-rinse floor cleaner, which simplifies the process greatly)
- Vacuum vents
- Wipe down all glass surfaces
Do I do all this on a weekly basis? Oh goodness, no. Not these days.
I’m looking for some good-quality bedding that’s male- and female-friendly, and not so delicate that it won’t hold up to our nightly bed wrestling matches (with our boys, not each other).
Keep up the good work :)
A.Â My first piece of advice: check out Pottery Barn’s Design Your Own Bed feature - I built the above look (featuring muted blue-grey tones with just a hint of “pretty” in that duvet cover) for you, but the options are endless.Â What I’d suggest is to pick a relatively subdued color scheme, and then try adding a simple pattern (like tiny polka dots, or that pretty stripe you see above) on your pillows and duvet cover for interest.
My own bed is pretty colorful (you can check it out here), but I keep it from going into overly-frou territory by confining the colors and patterns to the duvet or quilt: the sheets are a mix of solid yellows, creams, and whites, so no matter what I pull from the linen closet (or overstuffed box stacked against my dresser, as it were; weneedtomove), it goes together.
Finger Paints in Grape Gumball: I get stopped on the street and asked about my nails every time I wear this; it’s so unique, and at the same time completely wearable.
The Brush Guard: I am lazy lazy lazy about brush care, but thanks to this easy-to-use (and affordable) brush cleaning kit sent to me by RG reader Diane, I’m…well, I’m better.
Neutrogena Healthy Volume Mascara: I get asked about my favorite drugstore brands a lot, and this mascara is up there - great length plus volume, all in a fantastically affordable package.
Dove Thermal Replenishment Spray*: Ever since I’ve started spritzing this onto my hair pre-blowdrying, everyone who has touched it (really) has commented on how soft it is. It detangles wet strands, making them easier to comb through, protects hair from heat styling, and leaves a lovely, smooth finish.
This is the manager, Jimmy. We got along famously.
Wait until you see what he sold me.
On Friday night, we went to a party for the first time since Indy was born - the engagement party of two of our best friends - and Mama got all tarted up in Rebecca Taylor flowers, curls, and Alexandra Satine clutches.
It was all very exciting until we turned into pumpkins at 11PM, and then discovered that we were exhausted disasters the next day. Still: it felt good to hang with lots of old friends whom we hadn’t seen in awhile, and also completely bizarre to realize that to the college students who came to sing at the party we were total, full-on, jobs-and-kids-and-househunting grown-ups.
It still stuns me once in awhile to realize that we’re not just playing dress-up over here.
Once we got a couple of coffees in us, Saturday turned out to be pretty lovely: we MetroNorth-ed it up the river to see a property so exciting that I can’t even talk about it or show you any pictures yet, because I don’t want to jinx it.
That’s us having brunch at Mint, a new place in Tarrytown. It’s sort of half artisinal-food store/half foodie-heaven restaurant, with some of the nicest servers I have ever met. One of them popped right down with us at the community table to talk about his experiences growing up in Westchester, and to give advice on all the stuff that realtors aren’t allowed to tell us about (like schools; did you know that realtors aren’t allowed to discuss things like that?).
On Sunday, I did some shopping. The amazingness that you see above (from The Children’s Place) may be the best purchase I have ever made ever, in my life. I mean that.
Sunday night, I did a little crafting in preparation for this week’s shoot…