Little factoid: I’m relatively new to the world of vitamins.
In fact, prior to 2011, the last time I can remember taking vitamins on a day-to-day basis they were shaped like Fred Flintstone and tasted like fruity chalk (and yet were so delicious!). Once I found out I was expecting, though, I began taking pre-natal vitamins every day, and yes: the results were amazing. My hair and nails decided to turn into little production powerhouses, and I felt worlds better than I ever had before.
Lesson: learned. (Sort of. These days, I have a solid 50% success rate when it comes to remembering my morning vitamin. But that’s better than zero!)
When I started using Simple Skincare sensitive skin products a couple of months ago, I was excited to see that although they’ve stripped out everything you don’t need – like dyes, fragrances, and other things that have the potential to produce unfortunate reactions – what they didn’t take out was the good stuff…like vitamins.
Right now, I’m testing out the line’s Smoothing Facial Scrub, which contains Pro Vitamin B5 and Vitamin E, both of which soften and smooth skin and improve its overall condition. Vitamin E is a particularly lovely addition to beauty products for sensitive skin for us other-side-of-thirtyers, as it speeds up cell regeneration and blocks free radical damage (in other words, helps out with the wrinkle situation).
What’s also nice about the Smoothing Facial Scrub is that it’s a much gentler exfoliant than many of the other similar products I’ve used – the rice powder that it contains strips away dead skin cells minus the harsh irritants that can cause flare-ups.
So I’m into Vitamin E and rice granules lately, but I want to know: what’s your favorite skin-loving ingredient?
So I’d heard a lot about Super Saturday in the Hamptons going into it, but I still wasn’t sure what, exactly, to expect.
As it turns out, Super Saturday is paradise. No joke.
I attended on behalf of Dove - which made me a very lucky lady, because tickets are whooooo pricey - and had a ridiculous, crazypants blast of a day.
Let me explain.
Super Saturday is basically a flea market atmosphere, except that all the tables are stacked with pieces from Splendid, Intermix, DKNY, and DVF. Rachel Zoe handpicks her own boutique table.
There are carnival rides and Nintendo game booths for the kids.
A buffet stocked with the most delicious (basic, but delicious) pasta I’ve had in recent memory.
Amazing things like picnic baskets on sale for a fraction of the price that you would ordinarily pay, and as a bonus it all goes to a charity (The Ovarian Cancer Research Fund).
And a braid bar! (That’s me with ‘Do No. 1, a high ponytail braided to the end and then twisted into a topknot.)
Well, not a braid bar exactly - actually a Dove and DailyCandy Great Style Effect bar offering complimentary styling - but with torrential thunderstorms rolling through every so often and such high humidity that you could almost pet the air, the stylists decided to go to town with gorgeous (and rain-proof) updos and mini-braids like the ones pictured on the lovely lady above.
We just spent the day puttering around, doing a little pre-move Home Depoting, fussing, and fixing, and then went out to dinner on Main Street before heading back to the city and two very sad dogs (I wish I could make the poor babies - who now have about three square feet of floor space left to hurricane around in - understand that they are thisclose to joy in grass and mud form).
This was my favorite picture of the day by leaps and miles.
The fact that my son is completely obsessed with blue cheese warms the very depths of my soul.
One of the most astounding things about this whole “buying a house” process has been that teeny-tiny little things (like getting a signature, or waiting for a call back) can take forever - like seriously, weirdly forever - but then once in awhile tectonic plates will shift and it’ll be all YOU NEED TO DO THESE EIGHT MILLION THINGS RIGHT NOWWWWWWW. (Picture those words spoken by Arnold Schwarzenegger, please.)
That’s what happened on Thursday. And then again today.
Yesterday morning I took Indy with me to set in New Jersey, where we were filming a Better TV segment (that’s him with the crew of babysitters aged 6-16 who lived in the house we were renting to shoot in, and who were the most adorable girls ever and did adorable things like curl up with my son and watch cartoons while feeding him bottles and doting on him), and on the way up I got a call that we might be closing the very next day (which would be today).
And when “you might be closing tomorrow” goes on the table, the list of things that have to happen IMMEDIATELY spirals out of control.
Call the mover beg the mover to move you on the day you need to move call the wireless provider schedule the cable installation GET YOUR CAR DELIVERED NOWWWWW (and pay for it) call the insurance provider get additional documentation to underwriter write wholly unforeseen and heartbreakingly large checks to random companies you’ve never heard of learn about tax laws in obscure Westchester townships completely reschedule fifty or sixty appointments around potential moving day then reschedule them all again when potential moving day changes…
It appears that an inordinate number of Ramshackle Glam readers are about to give birth at any moment. I say this because I’ve been getting completely bizarrenumbers of diaper-bag-centric emails in recent weeks…and so I figured I’d do a little chatting about this endlessly fascinating (kidding…sort of; I was pretty excited about this purchase pre-baby, and am much less excited about it now for reasons that I’ll explain shortly) topic.
Here’s the thing: I don’t really use my diaper bag all that much.
Early on, I decided that a great diaper bag was one of the things that I’d allow myself to splurge on; I figured I’d carry it everywhere, all the time, for years (and maybe even for more than one baby)…so it might as well be pretty. I bought a navy Marc Jacobs (pictured above) that felt seasonless and chic, and for the first month or so I totally did carry it everywhere.
And then I started realizing that my diaper bag was not a bag at all, but rather a black hole that ate up rattles, hand sanitizers, and pacifiers (it has tons of mini exterior pockets that serve little purpose other than to hide small things from me when I really need them, and one big central pocket that is way too big to keep anything organized).
And so I started just tossing the handful of things I’d need for short outings into whatever bag I was already carrying (my diaper bag comes with me on longer trips, of course, but certainly not everywhere-all-the-time). And that’s worked out just fine.
So: in my experience, you do absolutely need a diaper bag (which should always be kept stocked with the essentials - diapers, changing pad, wipes, change of clothing, a couple of toys, cooler pouch for bottles and snacks - so that you can grab it and go at a moment’s notice)…but it doesn’t actually need to be a diaper bag. All you need is a roomy tote (preferably in a washable fabric; I’ve had a bottle or two explode in my day) with a decent number of variably sized compartments, and you’re good to go.
To those of you with small ones: do you use a for-real diaper bag, or do you make do with a regular old tote? And if you’ve found one that you absolutely love, please share!
In the comments under yesterday’s “Sharing The Cost Of An Engagement Ring" post, a bunch of you asked for my mom and dad’s engagement story (that’s them, pictured above shortly after the met). So I thought I’d ask Mom to tell you about it herself:
"It wasn’t really an "engagement" per se - i.e., no ring or rose involved. We met when I came to New York on vacation (I lived in Canada at the time). It was the weekend of the Woodstock Festival in August 1969, which we both missed (but which puts it into perspective time-wise, what with free love, rock ‘n’ roll, etc.).
He was with a band. We hung out one night, and by the end of the night the conversation turned to “I want to marry you”, and I agreed. I went back to Canada to wind up my affairs, and we talked every day on the phone. A couple of months later, I moved to New York to live with him. My father thought I was out of my mind.
As for parental approval of Jordan’s marriage…her father still isn’t sure he approves of her dating. But he’s coming around.”
I’m from Bolivia, and recently decided to get married to an amazing American guy. My parents weren’t very excited about the news; they think it’s too fast but are doing their best to be supportive. I always wondered: was it hard for you to tell your parents about your [fast] engagement with Kendrick?
My real question is about the engagement ring. I saw on your blog that you and Kendrick chose the ring together. In Bolivia the guy is supposed to pick up the ring and pay for it…but as we are doing it in a different way, should we share the cost of the ring? Is sharing that cost a normal thing in American culture? Did you share the cost of your engagement ring with Kendrick? I have no problem paying half of it, but I also want to know if it is the right thing to do.
Thank you so much! Have fun packing and give a big kiss to baby Indy.
A. To answer your first question, about our quick engagement (above, that’s us around the time that we got engaged): I think anyone who gets engaged after just a few weeks worries a bit (or a lot) about telling their parents, but I probably worried less than most because my parents got engaged on the night that theymet (really). But what it came down to is that while I absolutely wanted my parents’ support and approval (as I generally always do), I felt confident enough about our decision that I didn’t need it, if that makes any sense.
But that’s not to say that really wanting (or even needing) your parents’ support is an indicator of how much you love your husband-to-be or whether or not you “should” be getting married - how you feel about them being on board with your marriage is a deeply individual thing that depends on your particular family dynamic, and I’d say just be patient, try to understand where your parents are coming from, and give it time. It sounds like they really want to arrive at a place where they’re supportive of your relationship, and that’s wonderful.
Now, the engagement ring. At the time we got engaged I was…let’s just say “transitional" (transitioning from acting to bartending while I hopefully transitioned right on into something else)…and Kendrick was in an indie band, so we both went into our engagement very aware that the ring was 100% about having a symbol of our commitment to each other, and nothing else. I mean, I wanted it to be pretty, of course, but a big rock didn’t feel like the goal or the point; it never even entered my mind as a possibility.
We bought our ring (pictured above) at a pawn shop in Vegas for something like $350, but going into the store I had it in my head that if I found a ring that I desperately wanted that felt too expensive (not “too expensive for an engagement ring”, just plain old “too expensive for us”) I would absolutely offer to split the cost with him. Whether he would have accepted my offer, though, I didn’t know, so I was pretty excited when I found a ring that I both loved and that seemed reasonably priced. So I didn’t expect to share the cost, exactly, but I was willing to if that was what ended up making sense for us.
Is it “normal” to share the cost of an engagement ring? You know, I don’t know that it’s supercommon (although I’m sure that it becomes more common every year) and would be interested in what readers have to say on this subject (did any of you split the cost of your ring?)…but it’s certainly something that I consider A-OK. It’s a nice tradition to have a man go and pick out a ring himself, but with many couples today living together and/or sharing finances long before they get engaged, it’s sometimes just not realistic.
To me this is a big “to each his own” situation: if it feels right for you guys and if both of you are comfortable with splitting the cost, I say go for it. If, however, either you or your fiance-to-be are very uncomfortable with the idea, I’d say to just try to be mindful when ring shopping together so that you don’t accidentally choose a stone that’s beyond what he could reasonably afford. (Also, if you’d like a little unconventional engagement ring inspiration, click here.)
All you do: toss (preferably fresh) cooked pasta, diced tomatoes, fresh mozzarella, and chopped basil in a bowl with olive oil and sea salt. Maybe a squeeze of lemon. That’s it.
There are lots of fun spins you can put on it, like adding peas or asparagus, transforming it into a lemon pasta by substituting lemon zest for the tomatoes, or serving it as a cold pasta salad the next day (I love it for breakfast).
For accompaniments, I’d suggest the following:
APPETIZER: Melon and prosciutto (drape thin slices of prosciutto over sliced melon or wrap up cubes and serve on skewers, as pictured above)
I am so fascinated by the responses - on both sides - to the Bralets At A Wedding? post that I put up yesterday. Because like I said in that post, it is not about a bralet. It’s about how fashion can in a very real way serve as a lightning rod when individuals from different geographical/social/political/religious backgrounds are brought together in an anonymous space (the Internet), and can highlight extremely deep-seated ideas about sexuality, propriety, and morality.
It’s interesting stuff.
(The below is partially poached from my response to “Eeeeeee” - the reader who sent in the original question; I’m reprinting it here because not everyone clicks through to the comments, and I think it’s worth discussing):
First of all, thank you (THANK YOU) for being so open and honest about some important things that I know aren’t easy to talk about with total strangers (body image, questions of self-worth, insecurity, etc) - I know this discussion is “just” about fashion, but you certainly don’t need to justify your decisions to anyone. Even if you want to wander the city streets in minidresses made of tissues and silly string, that’s your prerogative, and hardly something that you should be thrown onto a burning stake for.
But I’ve observed this before on sites that cover fashion, including my own: when fashion is approached through a lens of sexuality and propriety (and bralets by nature, being underwear-as-outerwear, bring both issues to the forefront), a witch-hunt atmosphere can sometimes get stirred up. It can go in the opposite direction, too, with sites that celebrate daring fashion choices decrying their more conservative counterparts’ fashion choices as out-of-touch, stodgy, or boring.
(Important sidenote: To those who have offered contradictory commentary on this topic, I’m not saying that you’re creating a witch-hunt or even that you’re wrong; I think for the most part it’s all quite civil and simply constitutes a difference of opinion. I am, however, very protective of readers who send me questions, and strongly encourage sensitivity even when disagreeing with a choice. The “witch-hunt” attitude that I’m referring to can be seen in a more extreme form in this post, in which I respond to a reader who “forcefully” questioned my decision to wear short shorts while pregnant, as pictured above.)
The thing is, the Internet creates a bizarre space where social, religious, and political groups come together (anonymously, at that) in ways that they rarely would in the “real” world. And what often happens is that even something as small as an offbeat fashion choice has the potential to highlight very deeply rooted differences in opinion (morality, even) that people hold very close to their hearts.
As a real-world example: I like wearing heels a lot. We know this. And I also like wearing things like faux fur coats, and too much jewelry, and shorts with tights, and other things that may raise questions of propriety in certain geographical areas or cultures, but that to my mind look pretty acceptable on the streets of New York City.
And then every few months we go visit my family in a small town in Canada, or Kendrick’s family in a small town in Ohio, and I dress…more or less the same way I always do. I tone it down a little, I guess, not really because I feel like I “should”, but mostly because we usually end up doing a lot of cozy, at-home stuff that makes me want to wear sweatpants and flannels.
Still: when we go to restaurants in these towns, I dress like me, whatever that means.
I remember Kendrick once telling me that when he was a teenager in Ohio he had observed a prevalent sense of…not anger or disgust - nothing that negative - but more of an “Oh, she must really feel like she needs some attention” attitude towards people who dressed “up” when doing so wasn’t “necessary.” And has his observation made me dress differently when we go to his hometown? Maybe a little. In any case, it’s definitely something that pops into my mind from time to time, and will occasionally affect, say, my choice of footwear, or my decision to bring along a more weather-appropriate jacket than the one I really want to wear.
Kendrick’s observation could be right, it be generalizing, or it could be wrong, but for the sake of argument let’s say that the general attitude in Town X towards visitors who, say, wear shorts and heels to the local watering hole is “That is inappropriate.”
So imagine: I go to a bar in Town X dressed normally for me, and I’m spotted by a couple of local girls. And to them, how I’m dressed makes it appear that I’m “trying too hard,” “trying to show off,” whatever. It’s not about whether or not their observations are accurate; it’s about how my choices are viewed through a different cultural lens. But then imagine their conversation in the bathroom, and how quickly it could go from “Oh my god did you see what she was wearing?!” to “What a slut.”
And that would hurt. But I wouldn’t hear that conversation, because it wouldn’t be taking place on the Internet.
Now, does the fact that this conversation might take place mean that I shouldn’t be wearing those things? Only if I want to avoid having people say such things about me at all costs. If that matters to me a great deal, then so be it: I should try to conform to the standards set by the situation in which I find myself, whatever they are. What it comes down to is priorities.
Tl;dr? What I’m saying is that there’s more at play here than questions of a single article of clothing and what kinds of situations it’s appropriate for; there is no “right” or “wrong” answer for that. What flies in one social group simply doesn’t fly in another, but that doesn’t make the first group’s choices “wrong”; it makes them different.
Being respectful, being thoughtful, being mindful both of others and of yourself…all of those things are important.
Did you know that Far Rockaway is really, really far away?
Like, really far.
And extra far when you take the wrong train to get there. (That’s what Kendrick and I call my “Thunderface”.)
(The day’s sparkles.)
We started out shooting the day’s JITH segment (titled “She Sells Seashells”) on the beach, and man, it was hot. But Far Rockaway - especially the relatively unpopulated area we shot at - is beautiful, and so peaceful. Also hot. (My shoulders are extremely pink today.)
So it was hot. But then…oh, then…I got to go paddleboarding.
It is way easier than I expected it to be (although they did say that my snowboarding experience helps, and that people who practice yoga - I don’t, although I have - have an easier time balancing), and fun. Relaxing, even.
More on this later, when I get the shots.
Goats, just wandering around Marina 59 (they also have kayaking, fishing, and something called a “Boatel”, FYI).
This is Lily, my enthusiastic coach, who taught me about “soft legs.”
I’m going to my very close friend’s wedding and I’m trying to figure out what to wear.
Here’s the problem. Bralets - a somewhat daring style, I’ll admit - have become my uniform (one bralet, two bralet, red bralet, blue bralet!), and I feel most comfortable and happy in them.
I’m struggling because I want to be respectful, but I also want to feel confident around these people I haven’t seen since I moved across the country! For me, confidence usually involves a bralet. (I know.)
A. Let me start by saying that I love this question, and the reason that I love it is that it’s not about whether or not one can wear a bralet (or anything) to a wedding, not really.
It’s about how from time to time in your life you may feel a little unsteady on your feet, a little uncertain, and you need something small - even maybe something as small as an item of clothing - to give you the confidence to go forward with it all. And that’s OK.
Now, to answer your question specifically:
First of all: while it’s always important to show a healthy dose of respect for formal occasions like weddings, the fact is that I suspect you know whether or not your friend is the kind of person who expects total, by-the-book decorum. You also probably know whether or not this is the kind of event that requires a degree of conformity (for example, if it’s black-tie or religious). So my first piece of advice is to follow your instincts, and it sounds to me like your instincts are telling you that this is the kind of event where you can be yourself…but you still want to make sure not to offend any more traditional attendees.
Like I said, I totally get wanting to wear something that makes you feel comfortable and happy and confident - as long as you follow some basic wedding rules (I try to steer clear of white, red, and anything that screams “LOOK AT ME AND NOT AT THE BRIDE”), I think that you should always veer towards what you’re happy in, even if it’s not necessarily the kind of thing that “everyone” would wear.
For example, a few years back I wore what amounted to a fancy silk sarong to a wedding (above), because 1) I was busy being hard on myself and insecure at that moment in time and it was the only thing I felt good in for whatever reason, and 2) I knew the bride and her family well enough to feel certain that they wouldn’t be offended by slightly non-traditional attire.
Sure, a bralet is a style risk at a wedding if not done right, but it’s also more than possible to make it look less like a bralet and more like a corset-y top to a boho-style dress, which is a perfectly acceptable choice of attire at a relatively casual wedding (again, so long as we’re not talking black-tie and/or very religious…which I assume we’re not). That one you ordered looks a liiiiittle white and lacy, but the reviews all say that it’s much more mint green than it appears in the photo, so I’m sure it’s fine, color-wise.
What I’d wear it with: a long dove-gray skirt (in a fancy-ish cut and fabric, and make sure it’s not see-through in the slightest; one daring piece is enough), a belt around the waist to hide the seam between bralet and skirt (a wide gold belt would be pretty), a light, fringe-y shawl or bolero to cover up with during the ceremony, and chic jewelry and a pretty purse (to make the look work for nighttime).
An updo, I’d say.
Now go have fun with your confident self!
UPDATE: A bunch of you, both here and on Tumblr, have commented that bralets at a wedding are a hands-down no. But while I can understand that perspective, here’s what it comes down to for me (I’m reposting from the comments):
First of all, i’m pretty uncomfortable telling someone that they flat-out “can’t” wear something to an event or in a situation, because there are so many factors that we can’t know. Weddings are as individual as the people who have them, and what might look wildly inappropriate at one could look gorgeous and fashionable at another. At my own wedding, a family friend showed up with purple-streaked hair wearing a long cotton dress with a blueberry-colored, 2-foot-tall man’s face across the front. I thought she looked awesome, and she didn’t look out-of-place in the slightest…just like the cool, quirky person she is.
For me, the challenge when answering style questions I get from readers is always to start from the base point of respecting the individual choice, no matter how “out there” it may seem to others, and trying to find ways to make it work both for the situation and for them personally. There are people who only feel comfortable in goth clothing, for example, or in rockabilly attire, or in, I don’t know, pants rather than skirts…and I’m generally very in favor of personal expression through fashion if there’s a way (and in this case I do think there is) to make it “work” in terms of not causing grievous offense.
The other thing about this question that I found interesting was that I totally get it on a personal level. At various points in my life, certain pieces of clothing or accessories have felt like a sort of armor, helping me to feel confident in situations that might have otherwise made me nervous…and I was hard-pressed to let go of them even if they didn’t make a ton of “sense.” I’ve been made fun of a whole bunch for my fashion choices, and I’m sure have had some eyes rolled behind my back from time to time…but to me, being sorta out-of-the-box fashion-wise has generally been a fair tradeoff for feeling confident and like I’m being myself.
Last Supper: Course 1 (Peach, Prosciutto, Mozzarella & Basil Salad)
Well that’s a dramatic post title, huh?
But it was. Our last supper.
We’re almost packed (we’re leaving the rest of the unpackable-in-advance things - like the majority of the baby stuff - for moving day), and last night the pots, pans and dishes went into boxes. Which means that from now on it’s takeout all day, every day…so this weekend was my last opportunity to cook on my beloved disaster of a stove.
Kind of romantic, right? I’m a big fan of coffee table picnics both for dinners a deux and for small space entertaining generally if your apartment doesn’t accommodate a full-sized dining table: they create a nice, casual vibe and give your guests an excuse to park themselves on pillows on the floor.
I set the table with mix-and-match dinnerware from Noritake, and went for a calm, slightly retro, mint, green and gold look (which, as a side benefit, blends nicely with pieces we already own).
Mix-and-match china has been my favorite look for years now (even our wedding china is a mix of four different patterns), and it’s also just practical: as long as you keep the majority of your pieces in the same general color scheme and vibe (romantic/minimalist/retro/etc), you can collect special pieces along the way as your space expands, rather than investing in a big matched set all at once.
And if you choose fairly neutral pieces for your base set (I went for Noritake Kealia Green large plates and Kealia White medium plates topped with Palmer Gold bowls and accent pieces), you can switch up the extras (bowls, cream/sugar sets, salt/pepper sets, bread plates) as your tastes change over the years, or to transform your tablescape from casual to fancy.
This was the first course: a peach, prosciutto, mozzarella and basil salad that I make constantly during the three seconds every year when I can find really spectacular peaches at our local supermarket.
(Virgil got a little jealous. And scored some prosciutto moments after this photo was taken, because mama is a soft touch.)
These champagne glasses are Noritake Vendome Platinum (heavy crystal with a platinum rim), and are filled with one of my favorite affordable prosecco brands, called - yes - Hi!
PEACH, PROSCIUTTO, MOZZARELLA AND BASIL SALAD
What you need:
2 ripe peaches (peeled, if desired), cut into slices or diced
6 thin slices prosciutto, ripped into pieces
1/2 ball fresh mozarella, diced
1 handful basil, ripped into pieces
2 tbsp olive oil
What you do:
Combine first five ingredients in large bowl; toss to combine and sprinkle with sea salt.
Course #2 coming up tomorrow!
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I haven’t been able to make it all the way up to Maine this summer (at least not so far)…so I headed somewhere a little closer to home in search of inspiration of the cozy and romantic sort. (It’s the Warwickshire B&B in Warwick, NY, and it is the cutest place ever for a romantic weekend getaway.)
See that photo? That is the last photogenic corner in our household.
Because we’re packing! It’s a little nuts in our apartment at the moment. Because we have something like zero floor space to start with, what with all the baby stuff on top of our stuff…and so I spend 90% of my “packing” time sort of wandering back and forth aimlessly through the apartment, searching for somewhere to put down a box.
Anyway, yesterday afternoon we shot a segment on packing tips, so I wore…you know, more or less what I usually wear kicking around the house: shorts, tank, sandals.
And my new glasses!
I was in need of a new prescription and planned to go with my Old Faithful look (square and tortoiseshell), but then thought, hey. Let’s stick wth the shape that I know flatters my face, but go a little bolder - these black frames are The Julayne, from Coach’s new collection for Lenscrafters.
(I may darken my hair for the fall as well, just to get even more crazy with it. We’ll see.)
More things I wore: my favorite scarf - light enough to work even in these steamy temperatures…
And last summer’s favorite sandals, which I just rediscovered thanks to a packing-related closet clear-out.
I’ve been following you for years and years, but this is the first urge I’ve had to actually ask for help!
My boyfriend and I are moving into a duplex in a month. The current paint colors make me physically ill, but I don’t know what colors to choose without making myself equally ill a month after re-painting it.
I’d like to have SOME color…Ugh, but what color?! And where?!
Thanks in advance! Rose
A. What an AWESOME apartment - seriously, I love it!
I agree, though - those paint colors are a little loud…and you really don’t need them to be, since the room itself has such personality.
What I would do is choose a color that’s isn’t so distracting that it takes the focus away from that incredible ceiling. How about a super-pale lemon yellow on the walls, and then a slightly deeper shade on the curved wall? Alternatively, you could do a pale dove grey accented by charcoal on the curved wall, for something a little more stark and minimalistic (if that’s your vibe).
I’m actually repainting a room in our home-to-be a pale lemon shade; I’ll (hopefully) be posting pictures and links to the paint colors in just a couple of weeks!
Yesterday I ran down to Hudson Street (or, rather, ambled sluggishly - it was a hot one) to film an interview for Dove on summer style solutions for the humid months (check out Five Ways To Style A Silk Scarf For Summer here).
When it’s this hot out, I would really prefer to be sitting six inches away from a full-blast A/C wearing…nothing. Nothing at all.
But since that look doesn’t really fly on-camera (we’re a solid PG-13 rating over here on RG), I went for the next-best thing: breezy, floaty, chiffony-y layers.
The thing about this dress is that because it’s long and strapless, it runs the risk of looking too fancy for the daytime. How I solved that problem: casual accessories (like wooden bracelets and a leather watch), a scarf that covered me up a bit, and flats.
It can be traced back to my cleansing experiment, where I gave BluePrint Cleanse a test-run with not-so-hot results. (If you’re a newer reader and missed it, here’s why I decided to try doing a cleanse despite the fact that I very much do not believe in cleanses…and here were my results - hint: the post is titled “F This”).
Anyway, green juices and green juice-related things have freaked me out ever since.
But this? Is really delicious. So delicious that I sort of wish that it was less delicious, because I’ve started adding a small glass to my breakfast every day to get some extra vitamins in, and I think if it tasted just a little bit worse I’d feel even fancier about it.
I’m a bridesmaid at my friend’s wedding in November, and will be making my dress out of a dark eggplant chiffon and using a vintage pattern.
I’m not sure what shoes to wear with a long, flowing dress like this in the winter. Are strappy shoes too summery? I don’t want something matronly, and closed-toe shoes under a long funky dress can feel kind of stuffy if they aren’t sky-high.
A. First, I love how original you’re being with this dress - I especially like the longer version on the left, and think that if you change up the sleeve a little (maybe going for a 3/4-length sleeve or making the dress sleeveless), it’ll maintain that great retro vibe while still looking modern.
For shoes, you definitely want to play against the vibe of the dress a little, and you’re right: close-toe shoes with a heel low enough to dance in all night run the risk of looking a little…mumsy. (Do people still say “mumsy”? Did they ever?)
So my suggestion would be either cage heels (although strappy shoes are fine for weddings year ‘round, a cage style is a bit more unexpected and fun) or a peep-toe pump with some interesting details. In terms of color, eggplant can work with everything from black to metallic to snakeskin to nude - although if you go for an unexpected shade you may want to check with the bride first, to make sure that she doesn’t mind and that it won’t clash with the bouquet. (Above, clockwise from top left: Prada, Nicholas Kirkwood, Alexander McQueen, Roberto Cavalli.)
Finally, for your accessories I’d go modern and streamlined: an envelope clutch that matches your shoes, simple earrings, and maybe a bangle on one wrist.
They just make me feel so virtuous. More virtuous, in any case, than my usual go-to I-have-no-time-to-eat-and-I’m-starving snack, Polly-O String Cheese (shush, it’s delicious).
But it’s really no fun when you boil eggs and crack them open, only to discover a tiny cement capsule or runny mess inside. Crafting the perfect hard-boiled egg is an art form, and one that I only recently mastered.
Here’s how you do it.
UNSCREWUPABLE BOILED EGG
1. Gently place eggs into a heavy-bottomed pot with a tight-fitting lid, and fill with cold water. Cover.
2. When the water comes to a boil, turn off the heat and let the eggs sit in the covered pot for fifteen minutes (slightly less if you prefer a softer yolk, slightly more if you like the yolk harder).
3. Use a slotted spoon to remove eggs to a bowl of cold water.
4. Peel under cold running water, and serve sprinkled with coarse salt.
(Hard-boiled eggs will keep in the refrigerator for up to a week.)
It’s the cutest thing, and makes me proud of him in a total I’m-that-parent way.
It’s also SO TERRIFYING.
Because it used to be that, you know, I’d put him down and then look elsewhere for a millisecond, and then when I returned my gaze he’d be in more or less the same place…and now when I look back he’s, like, standing on his head and juggling knives while trying to swallow enormous shards of glass.
So: extra vigilance is required. But that’s OK…because I don’t exactly mind the view.