Looks like my dry spell preppy streak has dried up. Hello, skull scarf:
[Shop Intuition silk scarf + Seventh Door sunglasses + J.Crew silk blouse + cardigan + Paul & Joe fringed booties + Seven cut offs + Gorjana, Kara Ross, and Low Luv x Erin Wasson jewelry.]
I patted my writer’s block on the bottom today and sent her off to ruin someone else’s day.
And that’s how you do a Tuesday, kids: two great client feedbacks in a row, genius copy that makes its way onto the keys and gets it oh-so-right on the first go-round, discovery of two new bands (Miniature Tigers and Fiction Plane, if you’re looking to spank your horizons a little), meeting my adorable, Thinset-covered mate at the door with a cafe glass of chilled Merlot, and an afternoon rain shower.
Following Scouting NY’s roadtrip across the US.
Wondering why every damned old fogey in our building has to make a comment about me bringing my bicycle through the lobby.
Listening to this an obscene amount of times since last month.
Adding my first line item to the August wedgie with these Asos beauties.
Missing my little nephew Trent. Happy to be alive. Feeling like high-fiving a puppy.
[Local Natives, “Shape Shifter”]