I have all my best ideas when I’m lying in bed at night. After I’ve brushed my teeth and just before I nod off, things just come to me: outfit ideas, prospective DIY projects and, most recently, this cake. Maybe I hadn’t eaten a proper dinner and was subconsciously in need of a midnight snack or maybe the sweet tooth fairy just paid me a visit. Whatever the reason, this confection appeared fully formed in my head so I dashed off a quick iPhone note to myself and fell fast asleep.
It’s that time of year: time to pack away the breezy silk tank tops and unfold the cozy wool sweaters in an effort to stave off the nascent chill in the air. And the first sweater I aired out was this one. I snapped it up last year because of its similarity to a certain Gucci style, and its colorful stripes still make me smile. Last weekend, my striped sweater and I took a trip to an apple orchard to pick some Jonagolds that will soon find themselves baked into a pie.
Sponsored post written by me on behalf of Smithfield® Marinated Fresh Pork. The opinions and text are all mine.
Look, we’re all busy. Some of us just went back to school, and some of us just wish we were going back to school, but all of us are busy. And we’re hungry! I don’t know about you, but by the time I leave work, commute home and walk the dog, I’m ready to eat, like, an hour ago. That’s why I always like to have a pork loin on standby in the fridge. It’s a tender, lean piece of meat that cooks quickly and pairs well with basically everything.
This is the face of a woman who has purchased nary a shirt, dress, shoe or earring for nine and a half months. For those of you just tuning in: one of my resolutions for 2017 was to abstain from shopping for one whole year, and two-thirds of the way in I’m still going strong. Well…strong-ish.
Some people like to spend their free time playing video games, Pinterest-planning their (imaginary) dream wedding, backpacking across countries or learning about wine. Me? I like to think about color. I collect different hues in my head: the blue-purple of jacaranda trees that almost seems to glow, the cheery yellow reflected off a canary’s wing, the radiant gradient of Flaming June‘s robe. Color is often the first thing I notice about an object, and I tend to catalogue the colors I see, one by one, in my mind palace until I’m left with an intangible, but no less pleasant filing drawer filled with folders marked ROYGBIV.