How was your week, guys? I had approximately 8 million meetings and conference calls, went to a MAC event with Alex (free makeup, y'all!), attended a hip hop dance class, had brunch with Dear Dude (remember him?), went to an Autumnal clothing swap party, and got another Yes Spaces photo shoot under my belt. (And by that I mean "stood next to Meredith while she shot stuff.")
But let's talk about links!
This will be my next jewelry purchase. Weird! Fancy!
I heard this song for the first time at my hip hop class on Thursday and it's my new dance-around-the-apt go-to jam.
In the 1940s, a woman adopted a baby squirrel and spent the next several years dressing him in tiny outfits and posing him for photos.
A reminder: If You Want To Date Someone Great, Be Someone Great.
So, instead of worrying about The One, forget about that and be The One You Would Want To Be With. Go running every night, smile at every person you meet, pick up that James Joyce novel you’ve been putting off, start writing again, join a support group to work out your issues, go back to get another degree, help old ladies cross the street, work on forgiving your parents, take Tai Chi to learn to let go, get involved at the local community center and/or take a cooking class. Push yourself to get out and be better; you can’t control who you meet, but you can control the person you are when you meet them.
Helpful! How to be an organized blogger.
Yes, you can pay off debt at nearly any income level. It Happened To Me: I Paid Off A Sh*tload Of Debt On A Teacher's Salary.
So sweet! A canoe elopement.
A few things you need to know about living in New York.
Social warning #2
Melodrama wrapped in sophistication is still melodrama.
Social warning #3
Your crackpot radar needs to grow exquisitely refined. This applies to strangers, obviously, but it also applies to acquaintances. Living in any large city means that your social circle grows exponentially, which in turn brings about a statistical increase in the likelihood of encountering iffy types.
How To Create Time (like, in your work day. Not, like, metaphysically)
I loved this New York Fashion Week behind-the-scenes peek.
I loved the comments on this post about the advice you'd give your 15 year old self.
The girls at your school who make you feel bad for not owning any designer clothes have no style anyway, and you'll laugh at their Facebook photos mercilessly in a few years, so pleeease don't spend all of your hard-earned money on Juicy Couture sweatsuits.
If you're wondering what to buy me for Christmas, the answer is these spice shakers.
A gorgeous art installation.
Hope you had a great weekend!