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Tune in, Tokyo.

On the corner of Monument and Lombardy, right in front of the ...


“I’ve just been so terrible about keeping in touch. I just, I ...

Cat hood.

New Year’s Day. Was walking around the ‘hood and as we are ...

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Shopbop Sale

The reason I didn’t shop in NYC.

Pretty amazing I was able to trot by Rag & Bone multiple times while up in the city last week, while refraining from making any purchases. How, you ask? Because THIS: Shopbop sale, yo! Code GOBIG15, which is great because it reminds me of my fat boyfriend with the mantra “Go big or go home,” used on […]

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The funny thing about loss.

My back yard has a massive fig tree. It dominates the entire space, but it makes it, too. It’s shady and cool in the summer, private and quiet. The day the realtor walked us through, he said with authority that it’d have to be cut back. Defensively, I disagreed. It kept the back of the […]

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Filling up my dance card.

I got a new mirror, and it’s full-length, so I’ve embarked on a really retro-feeling mirror photo spree as if I didn’t know there was already an entire hashtag dedicated to this sort of behavior. I mean, wtf not? Being your own photographer requires a little bit of a regression. Is it deplorable? Maybe. Do I […]

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Carey Wodehouse BLVD Richmond Magazine

Imitation is the highest form of flattery: Peep my Richmond Mag feature + shop the Shopbop Sale!

So, my peeps at Shopbop are having another big sale—it’s on now, and runs until Thursday night, so give your fall threads a little love and pick up some goods. [Offer ends October 15, 2015, at 11:59pm PT.] Click over via my happy little widget up there if you love me. Offer cannot be applied to gift certificates or […]

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Jet settin’: 2 days in Austin, TX.

[Rails LA Carter star print denim shirt + LNA deep V tee + Rag & Bone Newbury booties,  black denim shorts, & hat + Orvis Battenkill suitcase FTW!] Sometimes, you need to get the hell out of town—on the double.  (more…)

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Toed up.

Once I overheard someone say they “was toed up” (or, “toe up,” your preference) and I always thought that was a pretty excellent way to say “trashed.” A poor pronunciation for “torn up,” it could be used for numerous fun things, like bikes with bent front wheels, people who poop themselves in 7-11s, and t-shirts. But it […]

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A weekend in the life, in reverse.

You know your stress level is maxing out when the lady at the nail salon clicks her tongue at the sight of your cuticles. Mine were chewed to bloody bits, ragged, red and swollen. Even typing hurt my digits. Biting away at them, however, was the only way I could stay in front of the […]

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Benoît Badoz 2013 Arbois-Pupillin 

Pupillin is a village in the Arbois commune of the greater Jura department of eastern France. The red soils of Pupillin produce distinctly light, earthy, mineral-driven reds – this being of Pinot Noir from Benoît Bedoz, a 10-generation family domaine. Cultivated using no chemicals, fermented with only natural yeasts and minimal additions of SO2, these […]

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Movie Club Richmond at Yesterday's Heroes

I love where I live.

Sidebar: Right when I sealed the deal to work from home full-time again, I went a little bonkers shopping for new threads for home office life. I stocked up on sheer, floaty maxi dresses and deleted all the pencil skirts and silky trousers I’d added to my wish lists in recent months. I love this dress; […]

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King of Pop Richmond VA

In and around Scott’s Addition.

[Meow!]   Just a perfect little not-hateful Sunday with Rob, riding our bikes around before a storm broke, stoppin for popsicles at King of Pops, and generally sayin’ “whattup” to this incredible city we live in. [Deets for the cheap seats: Free People Arosa dress + Sigerson Morrison April sandals, again + Rag & Bone […]

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An old adage.

I’ve never been someone who’s relied to heavily on negativity to find common ground, find humor, or find a voice. And there’s a really simple reason for this that has nothing to do with moral high ground or an overwhelming positivity. I just don’t like getting my feelings hurt. And the idea that I might […]

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Lionel Richie’s lies.

Sundays are bullshit. I’ve hated Sundays for as long as I’ve had school, or been employed with any sort of regularity. They’re bullshit, man. Sundays are like airbags. You don’t want to need them. When they happen, it’s just padding before bad stuff happens. You like to know they’re there, or else Saturdays would be […]

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