Lindsey and I spend the majority of our time in what, a decade ago, would’ve been called “stretch pants.” We both go to the gym a lot; she works from home; and I’m a nanny. So comfortable clothes are pretty key to our day to day life. Read More
As you’ve probably guessed by now, I’m into makeup. Like, really into it. While Lindsey is obsessed with researching any and everything that interests her, that’s not really my speed–except when it comes to cosmetics. I read makeup boards, have at various points subscribed to multiple beauty sample services (at the moment, budget constraints mean I’m just doing Ipsy), and I can spend hours in an Instagram K-hole looking at pictures and videos posted by beauty gurus. Those beauty gurus, especially, are my crack. Their poreless skin, their impossibly radiant highlighter, their microbladed eyebrows, their absurdly expensive fake lashes: I love it all, and almost everything I’ve learned is thanks to genetically blessed twenty-somethings who refer to a single blackhead as a “breakout.” Read More
We’re all feeling it lately. The heavy, suffocating dread perched squarely on our chests every night as we’re lying in bed. The shame and burden of our collective failures as a society like a cat with its bony-ass elbow digging into our sternum, preventing us from sleep. We blew it, you guys. We blew it bad. And it’s hard to think about anything else. So, in that spirit, Taylor and I decided not to reward you with sugar-coated Valentine’s treats today, but rather some bleak forecasting of our impending doom as a civilization. Yay! Welcome to the future! But not a cool tech future with hoverboards and flying cars and shit. No, this is more like a cross between 1984 and Idiocracy. Orwellian in its authoritarianism and propensity for doublespeak, and Idiocracian because BETSY DEVOS.
As Taylor and I have mentioned before, we don’t want this blog to be about just us, we want it to be about you, too (but definitely not U2). We know you ladies have something to say about style, and we want to hear what it is. And frankly, we’re getting a little tired of our own faces as of late, and I am pretty sure that my neighbors think I’m insane because they have caught me on multiple occasions standing in my driveway with a selfie stick trying to figure out how to get my whole outfit into a picture. Living that blog lifestyle is embarrassing af sometimes y’all.