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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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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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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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Tune in, Tokyo.

On the corner of Monument and Lombardy, right in front of the roundabout under the J.E.B. Stuart monument, there’s a fancy building with a doorman. And from his vantage point, he waves at each and every commuter advancing through the intersection with a big smile. Everyone gets a wave. This is the first stop. The Bluetooth […]

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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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The overthinking youth.

[No shame with this outdoor concert get-up: fisherman sweater from Anthro + Rag & Bone The Cut-off shorts and B-low the belt studded belt. I think I wore the same thing to summer camp, just from the Gap.] I was sitting in traffic behind a pickup truck with one of those roof attachments. Leonard brand. […]

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Wincing through the lingo.

[Pictured: latergram from an especially rank bathroom in RVA after a margarita. Obviously.] There are a lot of things I don’t know, but I’ll tell you one thing I do know: dick and fart jokes are great. I was in a relatively stellar mood on my way into a meeting recently when the familiar sedative […]

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What’s in a name + a quick ode.

I revealed on the C+C Facebook recently that I kind of hate the living s*$t out of this blog’s name. Ha! Sorry, man. But it could not be further from my style. Not the caftan part, just the whole thing: the kind of lame-duck humor to it, the too-easy pairing, the alliteration… the family-friendly obviousness […]

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Boss(hogg).

“I’ve just been so terrible about keeping in touch. I just, I work, all the time, and I talk about work, I worry about work, I haven’t exercised in over a month, and I just, I have so much work.” “Well, so does everybody else,” #ouch And so went a totally non-hostile exchange with a […]

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The little garden that could.

[Celebrating the first day in a month not spent with dirt caked under my fingernails with Raventos i Blanc pink cava.] Now that you know I’ve been bananas busy like my backside’s on fire—so busy—I thought it’d be a good time to put a few more dirty socks on that pile and tell you about two […]

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You unoriginal bastard!

“$1.25, Willie?” Name that reference and you get a burrito. Bonked a presentation over the bean with a rotten tangerine today. Just, BONK. (Not pictured.) Formula dressing for formula nailing. I’m getting the hang of corporate in the same way someone gets the hang of being in a foreign country by just giving up on […]

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