“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.”
― A.A. Milne
Happy weekend, kittens! This week I think I cracked a freelance challenge and think I’ve made major progress on a number of items on my main contract To Do list. This weekend we are on the hunt for a vintage jacket for Jeff, the house is a ruin which must be set to rights, and a great deal of food shopping must be done. We are currently making at home brunch and preparing ourselves for some major adulting!
Let me know what you’re getting up to this weekend in the comments, and enjoy the early fall day (for you northern hemisphere dwellers).
Glossier launched in the UK and of course I put in an order. Skincare is life. However I got an unexpected treat in a sample of their upcoming fragrance which, you will probably not be surprised to hear, I really like. Get thee to the website if you want to try it out.
Victoria Beckham’s Top Shelf post is worth a read. And note taking.
And it’s super attractive! (See also, my athletic, intelligent, queer-and-female-ally, and all around decent person husband.)
*Takes deep breath.* MAKING PEOPLE UNCOMFORTABLE IS THE POINT OF THE BOOK.
I am not a person who has protected her writing time, so I needed to read this.
This piece on the (general) mid-life crisis state of Gen X women is…quietly harrowing.
Necessary to my cold weather daily bath habit? Possibly.
Wakanda forever! (I am so excited about this movie.)
I teared up reading this story, and I am not ashamed to admit it.
Sali Hughes unleashes and I cheered aloud to read her thoughts. Because a bunch of middle school boys once surrounded me, the only middle school girl on the bus, and told me to “shut [my] mouth and spread [my] legs” when I asked them to cut out the explicit talk. Because a middle school teacher, praising my work ended the conversation with, “If only you were five years older!” Because the last time I had to complain about inappropriate speech in the workplace was last month. Because I was aggressively catcalled walking home from work yesterday. I have two decades worth of these stories, and almost every women I know does too. #MeToo
Album of the week: Mr. Davis, by Gucci Mane