Tuesday, April 15, 2014



On a good day I'm The Bedhead, but 99% of the time I'm The Javier Bardem, The Mullet, or The Pigtails of Desperation. I spoke too soon when I said growing out a pixie wasn't that bad...this stage is unbearable haha. 

This is the last photo I allowed to exist of my head, and it was about a month ago. It was The 90s Heartthrob, but with a center part and sideburns, because I'm a fashionable adult who makes good style decisions. 

I'm going to see my stylist tonight (Coco at Art & Science on Milwaukee, who is a wizard who miraculously makes me look as good as I am capable of looking every. single. time. I go to her), we'll see where that lands me. I might come out bald, which would be an improvement on my low-rent JTT haircut I'm rocking right now.


Friday, April 11, 2014


I've alluded to it here before, but in my group of friends, birthdays are a very big deal. No birthday is a small birthday, and ones with 0's on the end should not be treated as scary but as a reason for an even bigger party. For example, on my Golden Birthday, they repainted my friend Mike's house gold, and reupholstered his couches in gold lamé:

Then one year, we reconstructed a to-scale working model of the Family Feud set, and surveyed 100 people on several rounds of questions for an authentic playing experience:  

A few years after that, we secretly petitioned every single person on Mike's city block while he was at work to complete a city permit to shut down the street for his surprise party:

(Okay, I stole this image from NY Mag, but it looked almost exactly like this, we were just too busy getting drunk and playing wiffle ball to take pictures.)

So this year, when our friend Rebecca (who you might remember from her party last year) said she wanted low-key, we had no idea what to do with ourselves. These people have tried to rent camels before. We agreed to her wishes, but wanted to give it a little something extra, because birthdays are important and wonderful. 

It is impossible to think of Rebecca without thinking of her fabulous curly brown hair, which has become somewhat of a trademark for her. She has enviably perfect curls, yes, but at some point in party planning this evolved into "When Rebecca shows up for a healthy dinner party, we should all casually be wearing wigs that look like her hair." And so an order for ten "Synthetic Adult Seductress" wigs was placed. (How that didn't set off a fraud alert probably speaks a bit to the spending habits of the purchaser...)

We all dressed as different iterations of Rebecca (Black Tie Rebecca, Grad School Rebecca, Hungover Sunday Rebecca, Yoga Class Rebecca, etc etc) so that when she walked in, it was a total mindfuck of Rebecca Making Dinner, Rebecca Setting the Table, Rebecca Casually Lounging on the Couch Talking to Rebecca. No, it doesn't make any sense, but it was very fun, and that's all that matters.

For the table setting, I just got a cut of 4 yards of 90" wide muslin from Joann and rolled a $1 roll of Target wrapping paper down the middle for a bright but disposable runner. For dinner, Lake House Rebecca made a feast of fish tacos, steak tacos, a million slaws and toppings, guacamole, salsa. Chambray Rebecca made some margaritas and Black Tie Rebecca (me!) made bought a Bang Bang Pie for dessert. 

All the Rebecca's casually interacting with each other slayed me. 

And all of the wigs, pre-party, scared the shit out of me.

Anyways, that's all, I just love birthdays and wanted to share a few of the weird ways we celebrate them around here.


PS: Thank you all for your kind words on the last post! I think Kim nailed it when she said it's "an exciting time to be your best self". I know all that change might sound overwhelming or stressful, but it was change that was ready to happen so it mostly just feels exciting. Haha it kept me away from blogging for a while, but not for mental health reasons as much as like, oh fuck life is happening really quickly lemme do that for a minute. And its awesome.

Thursday, April 3, 2014



It's been a while, sorry guys! Things have been, well, insane. Since we last talked, I turned 28, I bought a car, my boyfriend moved out of the apartment, I quit my job of seven years, I got a new job, and Chicago started showing signs of life again. It's all been mostly good, and exciting, and I welcome all these new changes, but it has definitely been a time of transition. I've had a few nights of freaking out, a few nights of getting really drunk in celebration, and many nights of paperwork and budget balancing. 

Even though I was away, I was thinking about you guys a lot. Ever since I lost my dad last summer and took a little sabbatical, whenever I go silent for more than a week or two, I get a reader or two that reaches out and sends a note of love or encouragement, or sometimes, just checking in to see if I'm okay. I can't tell you what that means to me, even though I often get too embarrassed or overwhelmed to write anything back. I'm reading them, and appreciating them so, so much. 

I was thinking about how I would just wait to post until I made some new projects, or made some changes around the house, or things like that. But people reaching out to me via email, or Twitter, or Instagram checking in about how life is going made me feel a little more confident in updating just with a few pictures here and there, or a few thoughts. I gave up on having this be a for-profit blog (1. Because it was taking the fun out of it for me and 2. Because it wasn't really happening anyways haha), so a few more personal or less design-heavy posts will pop up from time to time. I've mentioned doing it before, but never really worked up the nerve. I may lose some readers, I may gain some, but all in all I'm so glad to have had you guys along the way. 


PS: I do have a post coming up this week where I tried a very popular Pinterest craft that failed miserably, which is kind of my favorite kind.

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