This Week

July 9, 2014


I am…jetlagged.

We flew in last night after spending Sunday and Monday in Stockholm.  We ate, walked…ate some more.

After 10 days of unbridled, indulgent eating, mama needs a green juice.  Or 243 of them.

Despite my best efforts to give myself a day or two to ease back into normal life, I’m fully back in the swing of things.  There are a lot of exciting things happening with work and this blog which I’m excited to dive into, and my evenings are rounded out with birthday celebrations (Julia’s and my own), a Bastille Day-themed game night I’m excited to host, and a lazy Sunday brunch with one of my favorite couples.

It was a great vacation.  And it’s shaping up to be a great week and month.  30, I like you.

Let’s dive into those links, shall we?

  • How Oprah does it all.  Note to self – start meditating again.
  • I’ve admittedly gained some weight over the past 6 months.  I swing between beating myself up about it to saying “f*$k it, I’ll eat what I want.”  Jess’ post on the “abs situation” was an eye-opening read, and was the catalyst in my facing the extra poundage with kindness.  Julia also wrote a brave post on body dysmorphia and the need to be nicer to ourselves.  Ladies, I couldn’t agree more.
  • Being kinder and more mindful means a reduction in indulgent treats, and more salads instead.  But these almond butter cookies look like a nice treat that’s also delicious.
  • Being mindful also means doing this arm workout while catching up on terrible reality television (Ladies of London, how I’ve missed you!)
  • This essay on arranged marriage hit close to home – it’s how my parents came together (they met July 18, married August 4) over 35 years ago.
  • Rounding out this week’s links is this post on the state of fashion blogging.  I have nothing but respect for the women who have been able to create a full-time career out of showcasing their style, but I do believe it’s become generally formulaic – gorgeous thin woman, a high-low mix of clothing, a heel (nearly always a heel), an expensive bag, and sunglasses (note – there are definitely exceptions to this observation, but it’s my opinion that the most financially successful bloggers fit this mold).  Fashion blogging has also become an opportunity to hock links for items worn, items desired, stores to shop at.  I miss the days when a great outfit cost less than $100 and the wearer was larger than a size 0.  Just my two cents – I’d love to hear yours.

Have a wonderful week!

Photograph by Hitha Palepu


Monkey Business

July 8, 2014

- ASOS dress, Helmut Lang blazer, Sole Society bag c/o, Zara shoes (similar),
Alanna Bess bangles (borrowed), sunglasses from Amazon -

When it comes to pet names, my husband’s and my choices are…interesting.

I was dubbed Monkey early in our relationship, with no clear reason.  Was it my excellent monkey sounds?  My aptitude for hanging upside down by my legs (i.e. trapeze class)?

I don’t think I’ll ever know.  But when I came across this dress from ASOS, I knew I HAD to own it.

And when it arrived, I HAD to put it on immediately.

It’s not a dress I’d wear to a business meeting or conference for the day job, given how short it is. The rest of the time?  Abso-f*$(ing-lutely.

Worn alone with sandals or with a blazer (scored on major discount from The Outnet) for a little more polish, it works with everything.

I love this dress so much that I bought an extra one.  Just in case.

Monkey see, monkey do.

Note – if you’re between sizes, size up.  The size 6 (pictured here) was on the snug side, and the size 8 had a loose fit that was still flattering.

Photography by Lydia Hudgens


travel diary tallinn estonia

“Where’s Fat Margaret?  That’s where we’re supposed to start the walking tour!”

My poor husband examined the map again, his brow furrowed.  “What is Fat Margaret, exactly?”

It was a tower.  A tower we had apparently walked past twice, in our attempt to find it.

Fat Margaret marked the start of the Rick Steves’ walkng tour of Tallinn.  Given our short time in the city (just 5 hours), I was anxious to cram in as much as possible.

If only we could find Fat Margaret.

Google Maps directed us to the hostel of the same name.  As we looked around, I noticed the round tower flanking the entrance to old town Talliin.

“Honey?  I think that’s it,” I admitted, sheepishly.

We walked back towards the tower and inside the Old Town, to the start of Rick Steves’ tour.  Our search for the cursed tower from the cruise occupied the first hour of our time in Tallinn – and I was anxious to make up the rest.

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