Billy and Christie made it look easy. (It probably was not easy.) 
Camcorder, baby on hip, breezy white slacks, Old Glory tee. What glamour. 

—Mom

Recently: standing at the kitchen counter, attempting to peel a hardboiled egg. The white kept coming off with the shell until there was hardly any left, and I stood there, pissed off, late, a million things to do, thinking, “How am I going to do this when I’m a mom?” That’s the question I ask whenever these mundane tasks don’t come easy, like removing an egg shell in one deft maneuver, the flat side of the thumb, the way my dad does it over the sink. He makes it look simple, but it’s not so fucking simple. It’s a craft. And I worry that in ten, fifteen years, when there’s a passel of children pulling on my skirt hem, rolling their sippy cups across the linoleum, screaming for their breakfast, how will I breeze through the mindless bullshit without losing my mind? Example: opening a can of soup over the sink without losing the grip of the can in the opener and dropping the can and spilling all the soup? Or laundry? Loads and loads of laundry? Or hauling groceries into a car and a child in a car seat at the same time in the rain, and the hubby’s on the phone, “What’s for dinner, darling?” How does anyone do that? (I can see my mother now, reading this, saying aloud to her iPad screen, “For God’s sake, Cary, stop THINKING so much.”)

Prepare to be disappointed… I have worn ASICS GT-2170 for the past nine years. Of course, there was one summer spent in a pair of Mizuno Waves, and I occasionally slip into the Merrell Pace Glove for short runs, but the road always leads back to ASICS. Head to the closest running store and get fitted by a professional—they’ll tell you what’s what.

Ask. Answer. Anything.

Irving Berlin: “Count Your Blessings”

Fresh stuff, every day.

Ambiance. A little autumnal, but we could make it work. My mother says that the single most important factor in setting a mood—at a party, in a restaurant, the bedroom, the boardroom—is lighting. From Vogue.

—Plutarch, Moralia

Any given Sunday… 
Throw in some trash TV and a well-stocked fridge, and then you’re really cruisin’.

Usher: “U Got It Bad”

My latest RL Classic is now live on the Style Guide. 
Don’t you just want to collect them all? And then lounge by the pool in your skimpiest bikini? With Doug standing by, ready to mix a margarita whenever you want it?

What a fun trip! I’ve never been to SXSW so my style guess is as good as yours. Still, as with any short vacation, pack light, easy, and iron-free. A few cute dresses that you can wear day to night, a slouchy knit sweater to layer, a skinny jean, a button-down for day and slinky blouse for evening. One heel, one flat, one fantastic bag to pull it all together. 

Ask. Answer. Anything.

Fresh desires, every day.

Notorious B.I.G. v. XX: “The Curious Incident of Big Poppa in Nighttime”