Our back-at-it Diaries
We wrote all this fluffy, happy stuff on Monday and were about to hit send right before the Boston Marathon news broke. We've been having trouble getting back to that same level of fluff ever since (and we're guessing you're feeling similarly), but we're hoping the below provides some momentary distraction. Love you, Boston.
Well, we’re back from Los Angeles. We’ve spent enough time with a car radio to memorize all the words to Taylor Swift’s “Trouble” and Bruno Mars’s “When I Was Your Man.” We’ve wondered aloud about what kind of radio-station economics drives them to play the same two songs 25 times a day. And though L.A. was nearly perfect, we’re officially happy to return to the sound of subway buskers and concrete drills—and, ok, the weather isn’t hurting either. —claire
ps. Boston, we love you.
+ Freaking out over the fact that Claire and her beau Chris got engaged! (And Lauren Wolf made her so-stunning ring!)
+ Singing the praises of body oils to anyone who’ll listen. Coconut oil is basically made of (really cheap) magic, and this Caldrea stuff (recommended by our Birchbox pals!) smells amaze if you’re down for something fancier.
+ Trying to eat anywhere other than the schmazing ramen place in my Brooklyn ‘hood, Chuko. Get the kale salad—I know, I know, BUT SERIOUSLY.
+ Getting really pumped about Lizzie Skurnick Books—a brand-new imprint that’s going to re-release old-school young-adult novels.
+ Lurrrrving this smartly done art-world take on Us Weekly’s best feature, Who Wore It Better.
+ Finally finding a bold lip color that my guy and I can agree upon (from the drugstore no less!): Cover Girl Lipstain in Saucy Plum.
+ Mentally decorating my mid-century modern dream home with the help of Circa 60.
+ Prepping for my upcoming Tulum trip by snagging a swimsuit from the so-good Derek Lam for Kohl’s collection.
+ Learning that my version of utopia is being (slowly) realized in this piece about the healthy fast food movement in the New York Times Magazine.photo courtesy of our bud Elizabeth Kott, the mastermind behind Closet Rich