Hello! This isn’t an ad, it’s a thing I use. My friend Tess and I like to give everyday things we love as presents, so I thought I’d start telling you about some of mine. Atopalm is top of the pops.
I have dry, sensitive skin, and I’ve been using Atopalm Face Cream on my face and neck for about five years. It’s perfect in the following ways:
• Not crazy expensive, it’s about $25 for a 3.4 oz jar, and I don’t need to use much at a go.
• It goes on light, very moisturizing but not greasy, and it soaks in completely.
• The fragrance is very faint, and doesn’t compete with my perfume. If I had to nail it down, I’d say faintly citrusy?
• It layers well, so I can use it with sunscreen and foundation and my makeup doesn’t slide around.
I use it in the morning under my makeup and before bed in combination with a few other products for fine lines, and so forth. Anyway, good stuff.
Do you have any skin creams you swear by? I’m curious because I feel like it takes forever to find the right one for your particular skin.
This weekend we’re going to the Presidio Picnic, repotting plants, and letting the baby run around in his diaper. What are you up to?
BBC Babies Gif: Do not try to stop them.
Charming embroidered foods by ipnot. Those noodles, aw.
Hair dye that changes color like a mood ring. Magic.
The neckline on this vintage shirt is so Cate Blanchett as Katharine Hepburn.
Toasty mug, mmmm.
F. Scott Fitzgerald made a list for his daughter of things to worry about (horsemanship), not worry about (boys), and things to think about (aims).
Happy weekend, nice people.
We totally bounded, you guys. (Bound? Boned? Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s boned.) Last time we went to Disneyland, we dressed on an Alice in Wonderland theme.
Brad was the Mad Hatter.
I was one of the playing cards.
Brad made Hank a Cheshire Cat shirt, tooth by iron-on tooth.
Gah! This kid. Ozzy was the white rabbit, minus any anxiety about punctuality.
I’m using part of Pip’s Taking Stock list again this month. Here’s what’s been going on with me.
Making : Ozzy’s winter coat had this insipid Boy Clothing Logo on the breast, a sports number or generic firehouse logo or some such, so I ironed an angry bear patch over it. Now I feel better about the world.
Cooking : I’m trying to use up all the pantry and freezer bits before I go shopping again, so I heated up some homemade coconut muffins I found in the back of the freezer. They were so toasty and cozy, you should make some.
Drinking : Enough La Croix grapefruit to make me question whether the can, or the bubbles, or some other element could adversely affect my health. I’m drinking 2-3 cans a day while Instacart is still around to carry cases up the stairs.
Reading: I renewed my subscription to The New Yorker, and then remembered that when I read magazines I stop reading books. On the plus side, I’m all over cocktail party conversation.
Trawling: Junk shops in Minneapolis. We made our last visit out for a while and I bought a bunch of cheap doll furniture for Ozzy’s doll house. Why does Minnesota have so much doll house furniture?
Deciding: Where to go on our big family trip this summer. Where would you take a 10-year-old and and a two-year-old if you had two weeks?
Enjoying: My little boys. Ozzy is currently all about unicorns, and Hank has begun to make genuinely funny jokes. Those guys.
Liking: Using stuff up. I’ve been employing it as a decluttering method, and have gone through so much back-stock body butter and face cream.
Cringing: Related, I left an impressive greasy face print on the sanitary tissue over my chiropractor’s face pillow. I felt the urge to explain about my current overindulgence in face cream, but then didn’t. My face spontaneously produces Crisco, Mr. Chiropractor. Accept this about me.
Wondering: If I could make it all the way through Elle’s 100 day project now that I no longer have a newborn. It starts again April 4.
Loving: Diana’s Banana Babies. They feel the same as ice cream bars emotionally, but are better for my health objectives.
Buying: I’m waiting for this bonkers pair of pants to arrive. Will they be unflattering, or dramatically unflattering? Stay tuned!
Watching: The Bachelor. I don’t even have shame about it, you guys. Brad’s high school friend Catherine “won” the Bachelor a few years ago, and we’re addicted. Did any of you watch this season? Amazing. Nick was in such a weird position. After like the third show, I didn’t really think his future wife was in the room, did you? My conspiracy theory is that he knew America would be ticked if he broke up with Raven, but less so if he ended things with Vanessa. So he picked the not-wife who would be less likely to end this TV career he has going by making him unlikable. The behind-the-scenes motivations fascinate me.
Wearing: Flea market cashmere. All my sweaters were $20 at the Alameda Flea.
Celebrating: I’ve been carrying 35 pounds of extra weight since I had Ozzy, and this morning I hit my first major weight loss goal. Pow! Sock!
Embracing: Super short fingernails. I’ve been clipping them until there’s just enough white to show that I don’t gnaw at them, and it’s incredible — like taking off high-heeled shoes after a night on the town.
Too Bad, So Sad, Tiger. Mending my children with sardonic patches, bathing them in my ethos.
Highly Sensitive Person quiz. I scored like a 9 million on this quiz, which I took while passing three hours in a bathtub, filling and refilling with hot water, until someone came to ask if I’d drowned.
Our reactions to friends’ disappointments matter less than whether we’re able to celebrate their good news. Invest in confetti, or die alone.
Software engineer was detained at JFK so they could ask him about software-y things to confirm his qualifications. Presumably because he looked Muslim-ish? Who knows at this point. The future in the U.S. is just an episode of Dr. Who where all of us live in airport security lines that never move forward.
Domestic Violence Still Not Grounds for Divorce in Mississippi
“Under the current law, the abuse must be witnessed by another person if a victim is pursuing divorce on those grounds. This poses a problem, as domestic violence often happens behind closed doors.’Many times the only people who corroborate the acts of violence are the children in the homes.’” Nope. Don’t make kids testify against their daddies, Mississippi. I know we can agree on this because of humanity. Good meeting, everyone.
Europe opens its first ever sex doll brothel, which should definitely help with the whole “objectifying women” problem we have going. (Naked pretend-lady behind that link, so NSFW.)
Ordered this sweatshirt dress in grey, and it’s what I wear from now on. It was $40 and my husband points out that’s “it’s essentially a slanket with pockets.” Correct! I need never mourn the absence of airplane blankets again.
In conclusion, Ozzy is almost two. His favorite new joke goes like this: “Hey, guys! No poo-poo bathtub!” then all of us laugh together.
Leo Babauta recently summarized lessons he’s learned over ten years of publishing Zen Habits:
I love experience roundups like this. Some interesting insights:
“The pull of distractions and urges to buy things (to solve problems or give us pleasure) is incredibly strong. Consumerism pulls on us every day, every time we watch TV, read online, see friends or strangers using products … and results in us owning too man possessions and getting too deep in debt.”
“I experimented with giving up goals after being very focused on goals for years. It was liberating, and it turns out, you don’t just do nothing if you don’t have a goal. You get up and focus on what you care about.”
“The deeper I dive into mindfulness, the more I find that you can’t really work with anything important without it.”