Today the school nurse at my daughters’ elementary school called. Immediately I thought “Oh no, someone has lice or threw up.” But no. She just wanted to tell me that Elizabeth got her sneakers soaking wet at recess and was hoping someone could bring her new, dry shoes. (She’s 7). Now, I was on my way to work, and the sitter wasn’t at home to bring them. I told the nurse this and then said, “No one is going to bring her dry shoes. I think this is going to be a lesson learned. Don’t jump in puddles with sneakers. Ok?” “Ok.”
I felt a little guilty.. but they will dry.. and hopefully learn that we are not her servants bringing things at the drop of a hat, either. She went to school in RAIN BOOTS and should have worn those if she wanted to splash.
Mario Buatta bathes the walls of Patricia Altschul’s c1850 Greek Revival manse in Charleston, SC in his signature chartreuse (well, at least its pretty much the same color in his own living room). The striped and scalloped roman shades are so sweet for such a grand space, and that chintz on the club chairs (with matching pink welting of course) is perfection.
I think we’ve officially reached that annoying time in the year where it’s sweater weather in the morning, but by midday, if you wear a sweater, you die from heatstroke.
every year i wait for this post. it always comes right on time
Bring consent out of the bedroom. I think part of the reason we have trouble drawing the line “it’s not okay to force someone into sexual activity” is that in many ways, forcing people to do things is part of our culture in general. Cut that shit out of your life. If someone doesn’t want to go to a party, try a new food, get up and dance, make small talk at the lunchtable—that’s their right. Stop the “aww c’mon” and “just this once” and the games where you playfully force someone to play along. Accept that no means no—all the time.