This has been all over, but have you read Mindy Kaling’s article on confidence yet? I had many epiphany moments. If you haven’t read it yet, do:
“People’s reaction to me is sometimes “Uch, I just don’t like her. I hate how she thinks she is so great.” But it’s not that I think I’m so great. I just don’t hate myself. I do idiotic things all the time and I say crazy stuff I regret, but I don’t let everything traumatize me. And the scary thing I have noticed is that some people really feel uncomfortable around women who don’t hate themselves. So that’s why you need to be a little bit brave.”
“People get scared when you try to do something, especially when it looks like you’re succeeding. People do not get scared when you’re failing. It calms them.”
Put this in Your Ears
I’ve been making mixes in secret. Secret mixes. This one is very literal about its theme, probably because I just gave birth and also binge-watched every episode of Six Feet Under.
Pinterest, it’s for Pinning Stuff!
Don’t be a Dick badges, plus other stuff I pinned. This week it’s mostly clothing to help conceal post pregnancy gut, which I will have for approximately the next two years. At what point does it become regular gut? I think I get another two months. The long shadow of the elliptical machine looms over me.
Also, are these Wave Sandals the most uncomfortable footwear since wooden clogs? I want them, but I fear them. But I want them.
We were too sleepy to leave the house one day last week, so we had dinner on the roof. I have never done this before, due to stupidity? Speaking of stupidity, we also tried to go to Six Flags to celebrate the end of summer, but when we got there it was closed. Anyway, we took Hank to Chuck E. Cheese instead, where Ozzy fell asleep and Hank kept saying “This is WAY better than Six Flags!!” Bullet dodged.
How sweet is the slogan on this vintage rowing coat? It reads “Nothing without Labor” in Latin. Let’s all get it tattooed on our foreheads. Do it you guys. Pact. (By the way, Relic Vintage is the best vintage shopping in San Francisco, curated by Oran, a guy I used to see out swing dancing when I lived in Sacramento. Small world, and so forth.)
We’re going to what promises to be the world’s happiest wedding in New Hampshire next week, so you’ll see more of me @maggie on Twitter and on Instagram.
On Go Mighty, I added a new fruit to my 1,000 Fruits.
Hey. Good to know.
I recognize that the fantasy of taking an 8-year-old and an infant on an around the world trip is better than the reality, but still:
How to Find Cheap Airline Tickets
Beginners Guide to Booking a Round the World Plane Ticket
Cool stuff my friends are doing
Meg Keene of Practical Wedding made a baby!
Jordan Ferney of Oh Happy Day did a house tour on Cup of Jo.
Michelle Morrison announced a new Designers and Geeks talk.
Sonya Yu is having a solo exhibition of her work, Vermeer Light at Four Barrel. That’s her image above, go have a look.
Have a happy weekend!
Why I Ran for 26 Miles on my Period
Kiran Gandhi – M.I.A’s drummer — ran the London Marathon with no sanitary products. Because? Well, because she woke up the day of the race on her period. She’d been training for a year, and running for 26 miles with a tampon didn’t sound healthy or comfortable to her. I found that to be legit. Everyone is so freaked about periods, and it irritates me.
Not Funny Ha-Ha: A Handbook for Something Hard
Whoa. This is a graphic novel that follows two women through the abortion process. I haven’t read it, but it’s supposed to be a straightforward portrayal of what happens. I would have no idea where to go for that information if I needed it.
How’s that for a one-two punch of uncomfortable topics? Pow-pow.
both via Dazed
How bonkers is the embroidery on this vintage Mexican Dress? Covet.
This year Hank wanted a Portal backpack, but I wanted something cute that wouldn’t fall apart in the first month. Our solution:
Today was Hank’s first day of third grade!
He’s growing up pretty good.
Did not meet expectations.
He asked if he could eat the whole thing, which of course. Cultural experience.
A slightly tired stroopwafel, but sandwiching four times the usual amount of caramel, drizzled in chocolate.
Well now we’re potentially ruining dinner.
I don’t think he was into it.