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is it just me, or has this been the LONGEST week ever? i don’t know what it is about coming back to work after a vacation (apparently, even 2 days out of the city sours me on it), but on tuesday, i already wanted it to be friday. and now that it’s thursday, well, let’s just say i realllly want it to be friday. thankfully, my new job offers summer fridays, otherwise known as the world’s greatest summer invention. i’m pretty summer fridays are unique to new yorkers, offering a chance for the rich folk to get a head start on the trek out to their hamptons home each weekend. i don’t have a hamptons home and likely never will, but you can bet i still love getting out at 1pm every friday. though actually, i’ve had so much work to do that i’ve been leaving closer to 4pm. but STILL, there is a difference between leaving at 4 and leaving at 7 or 8, and that difference smells like sunshine and feels like heaven.

since this week has been a rather stressful one, i’ve been doing a whole lot of imaginary online shopping (and i may or may not have actually ordered that bobbi brown beach body oil, because, well, sometimes a girl needs body oil). you  might notice i switched up the font a bit for this week’s shopping list. how do we like the script? it’s kind of pretty, right? feels a bit more summery, i think.

i’ve got a biiig crush on these smokin’ hot kate spade studs – how cute are they?! – and also on these ear cuffs from baublebar. and let’s talk about that mara hoffman jumpsuit, which is only as good as the somewhat-matching mara hoffman beach towel (from madewell, oddly). mara always does the coolest prints, and these two pieces are no exception.

happy shopping, folks! ps: just 2 days ’til it’s officially summer.

b0616bee75419d571d68aa5d0e3bdd91can we talk about the weather this week? it was the worst, no? thank god for keratin treatments – without it, i would have grown a second head of hair based on frizz alone in the rain these past few days. thankfully, the sun is FINALLY coming out, ever to slightly, or at least, trying to (valiant effort, sun), and i couldn’t be happier. two friends and i are headed down the jersey shore to a tiny little beach known as wildwood, just north of cape may, and i can’t wait to spend a weekend in the sunshine (the weather has promised to behave) reading YA books on my kindle and eating lots of ice cream.

in other news, there have been lots of things i’ve loved on the internetz lately.

i’m a huge fan of lennon and maisy, the sister duo from nashville. their latest, a cover of edward sharpe’s “that’s what’s up” is oh so good. on repeat.

traditional jewish dishes are experiencing a renaissance. chosen people, chosen food. i couldn’t be happier. knishes FTW! 

not all men. a must read from slate. this is from a few weeks back, but it’s still a worthy read for today.

i can’t wait to attend a pop up shabbat dinner. jewish people!! maybe even SINGLE JEWISH PEOPLE. and good food. i’m sorry, what could be better?

when did we all get so busy? oh god, i am 100% guilty of overbooking, and for bad reasons. note to self: CHILL THE EFF OUT.

taking vacation might make you better at your job. second note to self: plan that tulum trip.

making flights better, one smart solution at a time. ahh, if only flying was a more enjoyable experience.

tavi forever. tavi gevinson, whose blog i started reading when she was thirteen, is EIGHTEEN years old. 18! this piece on her is wonderful, and so well-written.

cheryl strayed’s tiny beautiful things is one of the best books i’ve read this year. nay, one of the best books i’ve read, ever. i loved this piece about it on the cut.

what do you have planned for this weekend?

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wallpaper has experienced a serious renaissance in the design world over the past few years, and honestly, thank goodness, because there is a WHOLE lot of unfortunate (read: fugly) wallpaper in the world (70s and 80s homes, i’m looking at you), and that shit needs to be replaced.

in the past, wallpaper was reserved for 70s era kitchens, bad bathrooms, and even worse bedrooms with wall to wall carpet. but it seems those days are behind us, and we’re all moving in the right direction, towards wallpaper that is beautiful, intricately designed, and best of all, uber chic. who has two thumbs and loves uber chic wallpaper?

THIS GIRL.

as a renter, wallpaper is in my dreams, not my reality, but that doesn’t mean i can’t do some imaginary shopping, or real shopping for the folks that DO own their homes. so, where does one look for cool wallpaper? there are a lot of options, but one of my favorite places to shop is hygge & west. you may recall that a few years ago, h&w did an awesome collab with joy cho of oh joy! it was this collaboration that put hygge & west on my radar (the collection is still on sale today, and trust me when i say, it is to DIE for. cho’s “petal pusher” print kills it. i’ve seen it used in dozens of rooms, and never has it looked too busy or out of place. GLAM to the max).

i didn’t think anyone could match cho’s designs. that is, until i heard that anna bond of rifle paper co. would be doing a line for the brand. i am a HUGE rifle paper fan, and, thanks to anna bond, have become a bit of a stationary snob over the years. bond, who is rifle paper’s creative director, hand sketches/paints* all of her whimsical, beautiful pieces, so it’s no surprise that her wallpaper line (which is screenprinted in chicago) is TO DIE FOR.

*if you’re not following her on instagram, you’re missing out.

i picked out a few of my favorites above, and, just for fun, i had a little think sesh about where i’d use each of them in my dream home. laundry room, powder room, kid’s room, library. check, check, check and check. miss bond, you’ve done it again.

shop the entire rifle paper co. for hygge & west collection here.

jpegthis past weekend, i went home to see my family, and as jewish families do (see: trailer for the film below), we got into it at dinner one night. you know, guilt tripping, a little bit of crying, a little bit of yelling. we love each other dearly, but sometimes (again, see: trailer for the film below), we work through our issues by shouting at each other, or taking little digs at one another, or just plain crying at the dinner table. what can i say? it’s how i grew up, and it’s all i know. during our little session of somewhat-shouting-somewhat-crying-everyone-annoyed-and-a-little-bit-sad, my mother offered up this little gem of wisdom about my somewhat miserable childhood: sarah never had a lot of friends growing up! so she got lost in books instead.

and rather than defend myself, i just nodded, and agreed. because, well, it was true. i was an overly sensitive child prone to calling up my friends in first grade and telling them that they’d hurt my feelings by not sitting with me at the lunch table. and you know what? first graders don’t give two shits about hurting anyone’s feelings. they barely know what feelings are. and you know what else? if they wouldn’t sit with me at the lunch table, then they weren’t really my friends – but it took me a long time to figure that one out.

but i digress. the main point here is that as a child (and really, up until now, or, okay, still now, even as a grown woman), books were my escape. they gave me the friends i couldn’t find in the real world. they gave me the courage i didn’t have as a shy child who might as well have had doormat stamped across her forehead. they gave me the vocabulary that won me the third grade spelling bee, much to my male opponent’s chagrin. they gave me adventures i couldn’t very well take on my own in my bedroom. they gave me an imagination bigger than the one i was given, and most importantly, they taught me how to write.

they taught me that i wanted to write. it took me a long time to figure out who i was in the world (and if we’re being honest, i’m still figuring it out), but i have always, always, known that i wanted to write. one might think that as i grew more confident, and figured out how to pick up on social cues, and how not to get my heart stomped on, and how to go out and have fun, i would have left my books and my voracious reading habit behind. but one would be wrong. if anything, i read more now than i did as a kid. even in college, while everyone else complained that they had so much required reading they couldn’t bear to pick up a novel, i read. and now that i live in new york, and commute each and every day, i read even more. i read on my way to bar method in the mornings. i read while i walk down the street (annoying, i know). i read in the elevator, on the subway, on the bus. i read while i wait for the dentist to call me into the exam room. i read everywhere. generally, depending on what i’m reading, i go through about a book a week.

right now, though, i’m reading donna tartt’s the goldfinch and man, is it slow going.

one of my absolute favorite books i’ve read in the past few years is jonathan tropper’s this is where i leave youit’s the story of a group of adult siblings, each one with their own baggage and bullshit, who come home to sit shiva for 7 days following their father’s death. i won’t give away more than that, partially because the trailer below will do the story justice (as the best book to movie transformations do), and partially because i am telling you, you should read this book. this book made me laugh. it made me cry. it made me feel like my family wasn’t so crazy after all. after finishing it, i went on to read each and every one of tropper’s books (plan b is another favorite). when i heard they were turning this is where i leave you into a movie, i immediately called my friend sara (also known as my literary bff) and reported that we would be getting our asses to the theater on opening night. then the movie was delayed for a year or two, and i heard no word of it.

and all of a sudden, the film is made, and there’s a trailer to watch. and it’s as wonderfully funny and heartwarming and smart as i remember the novel being. see for yourself.

 

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wowee, it’s been a while since i’ve shared all roundup of my fave things on the internets. sad times, my friends, sad times. just kidding, i know no one really cares about the the list of things i enjoyed in the past week. but just in case one or two of you does, here they are. the things i watched/loved/laughed at/cried at this week.

this clip of jennifer lawrence telling seth myers about the time she puked at guy oseary’s oscar party is priceless. also, her hair is looking GOOD right now. if i didn’t have the roundest of round faces, i’d be all chop chop chop at the hair salon, asap.

this piece from the guardian about how everyone (and i mean everyone) is just winging it, all the time. even, you know, the president and his disciples, and the people you look up to.

this post from writer anne lamott made me feel all of the feelings. so many feelings in fact, that i wrote a piece about it.

i made this risotto this week in honor of asparagus officially being EVERYWHERE. man i love spring. and this recipe. martha, you are my GIRL.

i’m dying over the everygirl cofounder alaina kaczmarski’s lincoln park apartment. everything alaina touches turns to interior design gold, and this place is no different. some serious late-20-something life inspiration, that girl is.

it seems a bit silly to spend $7.99 on a kindle book that can, in its entirety, be found online – and  yet i’m so tempted to buy george saunders’ congratulations, by the way, which is a printed version of the commencement speech the author gave at syracuse last year. the topic? kindness. and how we need to employ it more.

i’m obsessed with the fig house, an emily henderson-designed event space in los angeles that is so stupidly beautiful and cool i can’t take it. seriously, take a look.

my roommate walked in on me watching the end of the latest nashville episode, pretty much sobbing to this scene. i’ve had this song on repeat ever since. i can’t get enough. i wish they’d record the duet version. i also wish sam palladio was my best friend/boyfriend/lover/husband/all of the above.

i’m home at my parents’ house for the weekend, eating ice cream from my favorite place and sleeping a lot and generally doing a whole lot of nothing. which is at once lame and glorious. here’s hoping you’re having a wonderful memorial day weekend, whatever you’re doing!

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this week in things on my wishlist: a flowy, asymmetrical dress that’s perfect for summer nights, the cutest little iphone case i ever did see, and a leopard print desktop organizer. i’m also super coveting those loeffler randall espadrilles, which are on sale for under $150 (a good deal for LR). i keep seeing them on other people’s feet and feeling this insane jealous urge to make them MINE. not weird at all, i swear. but then i tell myself i could get soludos for 1/4 of the price, and i hold off on ordering. thoughts?  if only a magical fairy would just deposit them on my feet like glass slippers. hey, a girl can dream!

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