One year ago today, Mister and I met downtown for dinner, blind date-style, and life’s been a stroll through the vineyard ever since. (We’ve tasted our fair share of bad grapes, but in general, all are sweet.) At the risk of seeming overly happy, Mister, you are amazing, and I love you.Snapped at Wölffer Estate Vineyard in Bridgehampton in June 2014.

One year ago today, Mister and I met downtown for dinner, blind date-style, and life’s been a stroll through the vineyard ever since. (We’ve tasted our fair share of bad grapes, but in general, all are sweet.) At the risk of seeming overly happy, Mister, you are amazing, and I love you.

Snapped at Wölffer Estate Vineyard in Bridgehampton in June 2014.

The Who – Eminence Front (1,111 plays)

The Who: “Eminence Front” 
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"Dirty Diana" is an excellent song to play on repeat while you sprint the last mile. (Love this MJ gem as much as I do? Finish your run with a cool-down to the tune of the Weeknd’s remix.)

Not-so-off-topic: Where are you running this weekend? I’m going to try to clock 16 miles between Wainscott and Sag Harbor on Saturday and recover with Core Fusion the next morning.

My BFF Lauren had this page of the Abercrombie & Fitch magalog tacked to her wall in the ninth grade. I was always partial to that shy guy on the far left, the one with the smirk, flexing, but if I had known then that Mr. Front and Center was Ashton Kutcher, I might have picked a different winner. Isn’t it funny, the things we remember? I look at this picture, and I smell Gucci Rush perfume and I see the green of Lauren’s bedspread and the pool table in the den. I hear her father yelling for all us girls to come downstairs and get some dinner; it’s Friday night, and we’ve got places to be and boys to meet and beer to drink, and we’re all fourteen going on thirty. Now I’m pushing thirty, and I’d pay a hundred million dollars to relive fourteen.

My BFF Lauren had this page of the Abercrombie & Fitch magalog tacked to her wall in the ninth grade. I was always partial to that shy guy on the far left, the one with the smirk, flexing, but if I had known then that Mr. Front and Center was Ashton Kutcher, I might have picked a different winner. Isn’t it funny, the things we remember? I look at this picture, and I smell Gucci Rush perfume and I see the green of Lauren’s bedspread and the pool table in the den. I hear her father yelling for all us girls to come downstairs and get some dinner; it’s Friday night, and we’ve got places to be and boys to meet and beer to drink, and we’re all fourteen going on thirty. Now I’m pushing thirty, and I’d pay a hundred million dollars to relive fourteen.

"I opted for a scrubbed-clean, polished look. I thought it was more important to have an intelligence that showed, a humor that never failed, and a healthy interest in men."

Nancy “Slim” Keith, Slim: Memories of a Rich and Imperfect Life (1990)

Conundrum.

dollfacexox23 said: Hi! I am going to a racing event in the end of August (i wanted to ask with enough time for an answer :D). It is a fancy ladies day event. I have never been to this type of event and I wanted to know if you had any suggestions on what I should wear. I don't want to spend a lot of money buying a crazy dress, as I am a simpler person, but I do want to look good and nice. Do you have any suggestions to help me out? Thanks!

A skirt and cardigan combo is elegant without being stodgy, provided you leave the top couple buttons undone, and any bright dress will also do. Just steer clear of sparkles, sequins, and workaday neutrals, and finish with a flat sandal or wedge heel, and you should be good to go. Not into the whole dress idea? A linen pant and loose silk top will blow away the competition. Happy styling, and have fun!

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Anonymous said: A friend and I are thinking of spending one night in NYC in the fall this year, and although we are splitting the bill for a double bed room, I have no idea which hotels to consider that won't break the bank (we're college students working part-time). Any suggestions? Midtown area is fine, but downtown is great too. Anything! Thanks!

The Ace Hotel is surprisingly cheap, given its coolness. The Jane Hotel, with its bunk bed rooms and communal bathrooms, are also ideal for the fiscally responsible. Bonus at both inns: You won’t have to go far at all for a good time late night.

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Few things in this great world beat a plastic lawn chair and a glass of rosé on a downtown rooftop. (And I don’t know what those things are.)

Few things in this great world beat a plastic lawn chair and a glass of rosé on a downtown rooftop. (And I don’t know what those things are.)

Oddz ‘n endz.

Had a great birthday. Mister took me to Eleven Madison Park for dinner, and I found a new wrinkle on my forehead. Best  29th birthday so far!

Signed up my BFF PH for the Hamptons Marathon. Surprise!

First visit to the Row House for a cardio class last Wednesday. If you’re in New York City, you should definitely try it out.

About 300 pages into The Great American Novel by Philip Roth. Baseball is not my forte, but this book rocks. Hilarious and prescient.

Listening to AWOLNATION's “Sail” on repeat like a major dorkus.

Ordered a Topsy Tail because I practice what I preach!

Net-a-Sporter launched! There go my savings.

OK, happy summer, y’all! I’m off to the beach (again). 

Anonymous said: I'm 29 years old and have dated just about every man under the New York sun. Nothing seems to work out. I'm constantly losing to other women and starting to feel like there's no one left. I can be happy alone, but I don't WANT to be alone. I go to bars, work on my online profile, sign up for hiking and sports activities. I'm doing everything, and nothing is happening. I'm down in the dumps. What if no one is left? Seeking advice from a dating Queen who found love in this awfully tough city.

First, let’s parse your message. You’ve dated just about every man under the New York sun? Write a list of all the men you’ve dated. Seriously. Write their names down. How many make the cut? Now multiply that number by a few thousand. That’s how many potential soul mates are out there in this empire city, taking all the important factors into consideration (age, relationship to mother, sports teams). 

Sentence three: You’re constantly losing to other women. Really? Are you really losing the guys who, I don’t know, throw up in the cab after taking you to T.G.I.Friday’s and leave before dawn after a wasted romp and don’t call for ten days and then magically reappear and tuck their t-shirts into their underwear, etc. etc.? The guys with no money or dreams? The jerk-offs and asshats and wiseacres and losers? Are you really losing them? Honey, you don’t want those guys. And furthermore, it’s not a contest. 

Four: I’m starting to feel like there’s no one left. Next time you leave your apartment, count all the men you pass on your way to the coffee shop next door. Check their left ring fingers. Everyone without a wedding ring might still be in the game. Every polo-wearing prepster in line at the bar at the Grey Lady is in the game. There are many men left in New York City.

Five: You can be happy alone, but you don’t want to be alone. Focus on the “I can be happy” part. Whatever makes you happy, do it. Even if you’re alone. I don’t want to be a blonde; I want dark hair like my sister. But I’m happy with blonde hair. Having blonde hair is not critical to my happiness. The same with your relationship status.

You do everything, and nothing is happening. Where are your friends? What are they doing? Are they all tied up with boyfriends? Are they introducing you to dudes? Friends of friends of friends? Are you taking a few nights off each week to do your own thing? Treat yourself like your own girlfriend, and soon the guys will stop smelling your on-the-hunt scent and pop out of corners you didn’t even know existed.

Last point: I am no dating queen—I am a girl who finally started taking her own advice. 

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Anonymous said: Have you been to Charleston SC? If so, I would love any recommendations you have! xx

Have not been. So sorry! 

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Fourth of July was amazing, blah blah blah, but this commercial circa 1991 is the real headline news. Want to recreate the magic? Ulta still sells the O.G, and this site tells its storyYou’re welcome.

Last night my best friends surprised me with dinner and cake at Doppio (so good), but…The real HAPPY BIRTHDAY goes to my mom and dad, who made me who I am, who made sure I survived to see 29, and who have taught me how to love and be loved. At 7:30 this coming Monday morning, the moment at which I was born, I’ll be thinking of them (and especially my mother, who did all the pushing and especially my father who drove us home the next day).

Last night my best friends surprised me with dinner and cake at Doppio (so good), but…

The real HAPPY BIRTHDAY goes to my mom and dad, who made me who I am, who made sure I survived to see 29, and who have taught me how to love and be loved. At 7:30 this coming Monday morning, the moment at which I was born, I’ll be thinking of them (and especially my mother, who did all the pushing and especially my father who drove us home the next day).

Anonymous said: Suggestions for summer work staples (business casual) that will keep one cool and sleek? Many thanks!

Jersey knit dresses like this one by Blue Label will look equally office appropriate with a ballet flat or an espadrille wedge. Add a blazer to meet a more conservative dress code; a denim jacket will look good in casual but A/C cold cubicles. If you prefer pants, the J.Crew chino looks awesome with a silk blouse and high heel. Just cuff the khaki to flash a little ankle.

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