Ladies and Gentlemen! I have officially hit the blogger milestone where I realize that if I always wait for fully-realized posts to magically appear, I will never hit “publish.” So, like all bloggers before me, I’m going to try to put all the snippets I can’t quite turn into full posts into a single entry each Friday. Don’t hate me for being a joiner, m’kay?
- A few weeks ago Joel told me his company had gotten tickets to some fancy awards thing and promised I’d be able to wear a cocktail dress. For someone who has dozens – literally, dozens – of vintage cocktail dresses, this last part was super important in my agreeing to attend. (As an aside, when will I have a lifestyle that will allow me to wear them all? WHEN?) So I got super excited, and then the night of the event came, and he downgraded the event to “well, people are going to be coming from work, so it won’t be super fancy.” Screw that. Just because everyone else thought it was okay to wear skinny jeans doesn’t mean it’s right. It’s also not how I roll. We bailed after the very un-fancy cocktail party, but I still wore this 1950s/60s Gene Shelly beaded dress and carried a fabulous vintage Lucite bag. Usually Joel is pretty good about taking my picture when I ask, but he was feeling feisty that night and got frustrated by my need to have it turn out just right. I’m pretty sure this picture happened immediately after I said, “I don’t want a tree growing out of my head.” The pic isn’t even that great, but I’m sort of posting it out of spite. (P.S. Geez Louise! My legs are very, very pale.)
- Speaking of being fancy. Last week we were all standing around the coffee maker watching coffee brew (fascinating) when Cooper started barking and Joel said, “If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the last year, it’s that Cooper likes to bark.” He then looked at Claire, who was sitting on the floor inexplicably taking 20 minutes to tie to her sneakers, and said, “And Claire likes to lollygag.” Claire looked at me and said, “And Amanda likes to be fancy.” I was wearing a skirt, I think, or a dress, like I have every day this summer. “And what else do we know about me?” she asked. “What?” Joel and I asked. “I don’t like to be fancy.” And that, my friends, pretty much sums up the difference between me and Claire when it comes to fashion.
- The last thing I need to be buying is a fancy (there’s that word again) cape that can only be worn on the occasion of Joel being nominated for an Oscar, but if I had a spare $350 I would already own this yellow silk velvet beauty from the 20s. It’s too pretty to live its life in an archival garment bag in my basement, but in case any of you come into a massive amount of money you know what to get me.
- Speaking of vintage, I recently went to the Type-A Parent Conference where people were really lovely about listening to the elevator pitch about The Befuddled Stepmonster but mostly just wanted to talk about what I was wearing. Which was, every day, a different wonderful vintage day dress from my collection. I haven’t yet figured out how to incorporate my vintage into the blog, but after the conference it was pretty clear I need to. While I noodle it, you can always get a (nearly) daily dose of it on Instagram. It’s almost winter in Minnesota so there will also be pitbulls in sweaters from that account, if that’s more your speed.
- It entirely possible that my own enthusiasm for Taylor Swift’s new song, “Shake It Off,” will result in Claire not liking it at all. This morning in the car on the way to school I heard the opening refrain and got excited. Like, maybe excited to an embarrassing degree? “Have you heard this song?” I asked her. “You will love it. It’s so good. So catchy!” And while she gamely tried to sing along to the first verse, somewhere in the middle I noticed she was instead playing with a woman she made out of a stick and a leaf, and not listening to Taylor Swift at all. It’s possible my heart broke, just a little. I imagine this will be a string of things Claire doesn’t like because I like it, although it’s also possible she just wanted to play with the stick-girl and will totally get on the T-Swift bandwagon by the next commute.
- I know I am not alone when I say my least favorite part of feeding my family is the vegetables. We each have a fruit smoothie for breakfast almost every day, with carefully hidden kale/spinach inside, but once we move into the day I am complete rubbish at veggies. I’d love to just put some starch and protein on the plate and call it a day, but the guilt. Oh, the guilt! Tell me, Internet. How do you get veggies on the plate at every meal in a way that is tasty and doesn’t take forever? There is only so much broccoli I can steam, so many bell peppers I can sautee, so many green beans I can cook in the bag. (I don’t eat tomatoes or mushrooms, Claire doesn’t like corn or peas – unless hidden in something else, and Joel won’t say it but he doesn’t really like any veggies at all unless they’re in a salad with blue cheese and/or covered in a sauce – honey don’t protest, you know it’s true and I love you anyway.)