We just got our engagement photos back.
Like most of us, Maude’s weekend plans were derailed by a warm pile of laundry.
I was just noting how wonderful it would be if Jacob and I were to recreate these magical scenes for our Save the Date “cards” (am I supposed to capitalize those words?) but then he reminded me that it is, in fact, very early in the morning slash late at night on the very first day of the year and perhaps what seems like a good idea at the time may, in fact, confuse older relatives and yes, that is why I am marrying him, if you don’t mind very much.
Don’t worry, though. I still make Beyoncé’s face upon waking each morn.
Francois De La Rochefoucauld (via larmoyante)
I upgraded my dying iPhone and emailed myself a few notes for archiving. My new phone has renamed me Business Lady. I’m keeping it.
Issac Mizrahi, unintentionally describing my go-to dog walking outfit in Unzipped.
Let’s revisit Maya Angelou’s writing rituals. Shall we?
I know I am not a real adult because I still suspect that bay leaves are a lie.