Hand-me-down

Posted on June 19, 2013 by

I was doing important things on the internet last night in 2001 and came across this:

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The ribbed turtleneck. Do you remember ribbed turtlenecks?

I clicked pause on the second season episode of Mad Men I was watching for the fourth time (my life is depressing) and got lost in the ribbed turtleneck. For a moment, my research took me down the k-hole that is Steve from Blue’s Clues life story/then-and-now pictures, but I righted myself and got back to business.

If you were a jacked dude with bicep tattoos and Lou Pearlman PTSD, you wore ribbed turtlenecks. You wore them in pools and on album covers and to TRL and with a scarf in the wintertime. You knew that a ribbed turtleneck would curve your torso sexually, while leaving the clavicle to the imagination of a young Megan, caught in the rosaried web of a single-sexed Catholic school education. You wore a ribbed turtleneck because it demanded more respect than, say, movement denim…

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…or whatever is happening here:
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Other than on Steve Jobs (iRIP), I haven’t really seen a good turtleneck in a while. This is important. I think this means that we, as human Americans, have evolved past the post-Clinton/early Bush belly button piercing, and are now settled in a sort of locally-sourced whiskey   hangover/so let’s get vegan brunch skinny jean. We’re more serious now, guys.

Here are a few more turtleneck shots for your enjoyment. It’s important to look back and remember what things and times were like. And to be grateful that corn rows on white people are now strictly reserved for sunburned tweens vacationing in Atlantis.

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Baltimore Pride

Posted on June 18, 2013 by

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Pride was last weekend and it was a doozy. We played outside while this roasted for hours (and hours and hours) and then after we celebrated in the streets, and after the boys shotgunned beers shirtless like it was pledge week, we dined.

Here are some pictures from the day. At one point right before dusk I looked around at all the idiots on our roof and realized there were South Africans and Albanians and Brazilians and Americans and a half Cuban Jewish Princess who were straight and gay and married and single and musicians and speech writers and and and, and it made me happy that we carved out a life with this happy group in this lovely city. Thanks for being my friends, friends.

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Hi House

Posted on June 13, 2013 by

IMG_8387I’m covering the walls of our pantry area with these, and have been going back through our photo archives to pull some shots. I LOLed IRL when I came across the pictures below because we were absolutely nuts to take on renovating our house last year. I mean, just fucking foolish.

But here we are, a year and some eleven billion tons of wall and floor donated to the local landfill later, and it’s finished.

Mmmmmm more specifically finished and not furnished.

We’ve hosted parties and fundraisers and dance parties in the space. I started a vegetable garden down there that is so far showing a very low aptitude for growth. A ping pong table arrived around 11pm one spring Friday night, and now acts as a barrier between fun and leaving the house for work. And even though we don’t really live in the first floor yet, there is movement and hustle and bustle, which it is owed after so many years as a broke down ex-pharmacy. Just tumbleweaves everywhere.

Now that it’s presentable and structrually sound(!), we’re hoping to rent the space out to local film crews to have it pay for itself for a few years. It seems the majority of America believes Baltimore looks like DC, (and in rare instances Manhattan) and so shows like VEEP and House of Cards are filmed here. And beyond the possible financial perks of opening our home to strangers and film crews, it’s just really important to me that I meet Tony Hale.

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IMG_8377And so this space has gone from a mess to a blank slate, which is, I’m sure you agree, a vast improvement. (Also, John, your painting lives on a wall and not on the floor, pinky swear.)

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I really don’t have a good closer for this post. Go read something else. Go read this because it’s cool.

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Agador

Posted on June 11, 2013 by

Where is there a world where Agador Spartacus is my live-in maid?

Where I allow him breakfast cocktails and his own private smoking balcony? Where, on our way to bed, we both shrug our shoulders at the mess he’s made in the kitchen, but he always sneaks back downstairs to clean it all up, understanding that I’m just faking being cool about it? Where Rob comes home from work and joins us on the roof with a pitcher of Negroni as we monitor our fake Grindr accounts, claiming to be from vague places like “Europe” or “the Vatican?” Where we don flowy white tops and sun hats and ride twin Vespas to the market? Where our twin reusable grocery bags have phrases like “Butter Not” and “That’s Not Your Real Face” embroidered on them?  Where I turn a blind, mascara-ed eye to his outsourcing the messier chores to my children? Where we share shoes and shaving cream and personal mantras?

Show me that world.

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Like sands through the hourglass…

Posted on June 10, 2013 by

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…so are the days of our lives.

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Kate + James = <3

Posted on June 10, 2013 by

4We spent the weekend in Deep Creek to celebrate the wedding of our friends Kate and James. It looked like the moors of England on Friday night and I think everyone was peeking through their fingers on Saturday expecting to see gray and drizzle but it was perfect. I mean, PERFECT. Low 70′s, sunny, glorious.

Their indoor/outdoor venue was one of the coolest I’ve seen (converted barn, pond, rolling hills, etc) and it was one of those weddings where the ceremony and reception are an exact reflection of the couple. Just cool and homey and FUN and genuine.

3Plus the bridesmaids were babes.

I was subjected to sharing a hotel room with three boys, and when I returned from my run to procure hangover provisions on Sunday morning, my olfactory senses were assaulted with the smell of dude. If my loins should be blessed with many sons, I’m buying my own place and they can visit me only and immediately after they shower.

My travel companions are pictured below, being devilishly handsome, and then getting devilishly handsome on the school bus to the wedding.

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And then some shots of my husband with his bride and me with the bride.

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The night ended(ish) with a bon fire. I lost my cardigan, Patrick lost his sunglasses, and we all lost money bribing  tipping the bartenders to bring the booze from the bar to the fire.

8The dreamy groom entertained us with an Oasis sing along. It was Oasis right? I think it was Oasis.

And then we dragged our happy-but-hung-over selves back east to Baltimore. And because our city is our city we were inexplicably greeted with a man in a lavender outfit painting a lavender horse standing in a lavender truck. Next to a pronoun-confused proclamation of trash love. It was a banner weekend.

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Congratulations to the new Wolf family! We love your lupine love.

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Friday Links and a Happy Weekend to You.

Posted on May 31, 2013 by

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Can we talk about Arrested Development? Should we talk about Arrested Development? I’m not totally qualified to give my opinion because I still have three left to watch, and also I’m a woman so is it really MY opinion I’d be sharing or my husband’s?

Just kidding. Rob gave up on it after five episodes. He stood up and walked away from the television and said “I can’t,” and I was devastated until I realized that meant I could watch it on my own damn schedule.

I’ll echo what everyone else is saying which is that it gets better if you keep watching, Rob. The stories all eventually (and cleverly) intertwine, but it’s less satisfying than Arrested of the Oughts. I have rolled my eyes at THREE jokes so far, which is a response I usually reserve for reality television or when someone says “for all intensive purposes.”

If you are a fan, you will watch it. You won’t be blown away but you’ll feel warm and happy to be a part of it. I’m not even mad that it’s not what I was expecting, and I actually don’t think many other people are either. We’ve gotten too much from the Bluth’s to turn our backs in a moment of mediocrity.

Also, Tony Wonder and GOB Bluth are the new Stefon and Seth.

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And now here are some links to send you off on this gloriously balmy Friday afternoon.

Going to this fun early evening event tonight, and you should too.

Is ‘tool’ still an insult? I feel like it applies here.

Meditation on wardrobe.

This is sort of brilliant for us business gals and guys.

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I like my pools BYOB and my margs DIY.

New bedroom decor.

This made me nervous for real when I stumbledupon it.

I miss music videos.

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