Oct
09
2011

Splendid Thing: Birchbox

Have you heard of Birchbox? Nobody is paying me any money to say this, swear to god—none of my Splendid Things are ever, ever sponsored or given to me for free, by the way; they're just things that I've bought with my own hard-earned cash and liked—but I have become sort of obsessed with Birchbox. Basically, for $10 a month, you get a box of high-end beauty products in the mail every four weeks. The catch? Well, they're sample-sized. Generously sample-sized, though, I might add.

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Oct
06
2011

Ours Is Not To Question Y

Recently, we've started going back to the gym again. I'm always surprised at how much better I feel—about myself, about life in general, about everything—when I get into the groove of doing regular exercise, and I'm always even more surprised at how this mind-boggling revelation strikes me anew every single time. Should there not come a point when my body figures out that it needs to send a continuous message to my brain that says "just keep doing this, don't stop, you like it when your jeans fit, remember?" Because mine doesn't do that.

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Oct
03
2011

Hurrah, I Have Made The Side Tables Of My Dreams

Okay, first of all, let's pause and take the obligatory moment to make fun of the fact that my dreams contain things like side tables. Yes, I aspire to owning attractive side tables, so sue me. I aspire to other, more noble things as well, obviously—like owning an attractive coffee table, for instance, OKAY I'M JUST KIDDING—but I have, for the longest time, been fairly consumed with finding the perfect side tables. Some people may say that this is what is wrong with America today.

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Sep
21
2011

How To Marry A Guy In 16 Days

This morning I got an email from a woman named Cate. She was slighty panicked—though in the good, excited, happy kind of way—because four days ago, she and her boyfriend had decided to get married. But why would she panic?, you ask. Is she secretly afraid that her soon-to-be-husband is suddenly going to start recieving Allure magazine every month in the mail for no discernible reason?

(NOT THAT THIS HAPPENED TO ANYONE YOU KNOW, COUGH SEAN SLINSKY COUGH.)

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Sep
18
2011

Girl Walks Into A Bar Cart

This morning Sean and I went to the gym, an accomplishment which is really deserving of its own post—as well as a medal for the both of us for finally getting off our butts for the first time in eh, let's not go there—and on the way back, we detoured past a sign that said "Estate Sale" just a few blocks from our house. Now, I don't know about you, but there is nothing that gets my pulse quickening faster than a sign that says "Estate Sale," except maybe a sign that says "Estate sale!

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Sep
13
2011

67 Days To Go

A very exciting thing has happened and it is this: Sean and I have booked a vacation. We've been talking about booking this vacation for about eight months now and the destination, in that timeframe, has changed twice.

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Sep
07
2011

Once Upon A Time I Fell Out Of A Plane

I'm probably not the sort of person you'd picture going skydiving. I don't know who you would picture going skydiving—a sportier sort of person? A musclier sort of person? A person who didn't think it would be totally fine and normal to hike the Great Wall of China in flipflops?—but I am not offended in the least by the fact that it probably wouldn't be me. I am pretty unequivocally un-hardcore. I get my thrills making cute gift tags for my Christmas presents, thank you very much.

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