MOM

Happy (almost) Mother’s Day! Here’s a hand-drawn design I made for my sister, a new mom. You can download the PDF printables for free or support my new endeavor into card-making over at my Etsy store.

MOM Pink / MOM Orange

Enjoy!

the mood board that never was

Basically, that coat in the third photo. GAH. Just…gah. All photos from Pinterest.

well, then

Photo (That ottoman. Those boots!)

Hello, hello.

2017.

The year of BE COOL, AMY. The year of DON’T BE SO FUCKING TERRIFIED ALL THE TIME. AND ALSO, BE FRIENDLIER! BE CHILL! PEOPLE ARE STARTING TO REALIZE YOU ARE REALLY WEIRD, LIKE ACTUALLY WEIRD.

I just finished season 1 of Mr. Robot, so excuse me. What a rip-off of every movie about a psychopath. But isn’t Elliot great? Love him.

Below are some of my favorite inspo pics (from my Pinterest). Some inspo to take into the new year —

minimal seashore chapel

Photos by Chen Hao

Guys. I can’t even. I CAN’T.

Little white chapels in scenic places are my fave (they’re right up there with Stranger Things and Beni Ourain rugs, my other serious obsessions). But this modern, minimal seashore chapel? THE. COOLEST. EVER. I mean just LOOK at the photos.

wedding suits for the alt bride

Photo by Vogue

Ya know, I should probably get a suit. I’m older now and there are a growing number of events that require professional, grown-up pants. But there’s a problem: a good suit — a really good one that has the right cut and doesn’t cost your rent — is like world peace or a god damn fashion unicorn. It’s a really nice idea, but it’s just not going to happen.

How hard is it to make a tailored jacket and a fitted pair of pants cropped just above the ankle with maybe a hint of flare without charging an arm and a leg???

someone get married in this please

Photos by Vogue

I was scouring Australian site Still White with all of their second hand wedding dresses and found THIS. It’s the Erdem number that I was eyeballing so hard, but couldn’t find in my size. (My luck is shit, btw.) I had even included it in a post of wedding dresses I die for here.

I just imagine a totally cool and stylish bride frolicking in a grassy hillside being like “I GOT THIS FOR $800! HA!!!” — except she wouldn’t say that because she has class (but is most definitely thinking it).

Anyway, someone should really get married in this dress. It gives me sexy-Victorian-farm-girl vibes, but if you just swap out the beige slip for a short nude one, you can pull it off and make it uniquely yours.

where the f*ck am I?

Photo by Joanna Skrzypczak

Holy schmoly. It’s 2016.

I’ve had the striking realization that every day I choose what I’m doing with my life. Or at the least, my attitude about life.

Lately my attitude has been: life’s good, Brooklyn is great, smile smile smile, wait, NO, FEAR OF FAILURE, OHMYGOD, OMGOMGOMG, I DON’T WANT TO GROW UP, !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really wish I was one of those super cool put together girls who effortlessly flies through life with her big hair and tiny chin (I’ve been feeling self-conscious about my chin lately, okay?). But alas, I’m a normal. A normal human bean who feels normal human fear. (And — sigh — has a weird chin.)

To slap myself in the face and get back to reality (aka this deadline I’m avoiding, ha…), I’m writing down what I do when the anxieties come and seriously need to go. Because the c’est la vie motto is a little too uninspiring and sometimes you just need to skip to the next, better part, ya know?

o, i am fur real

Moving update: Our apartment is Benjamin Button-ing. We sold most of our furniture on Craigslist except for our mattress which is now on the floor just like it was five years ago. The apartment is next level messy: a dirty bathtub, flour bugs (gross), shoes everywhere, dust bunnies where furniture used to be. It’s naked and messy, but seeing our mattress on the floor gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling.

Since Andrew and I are moving to New York, I’m looking to add to my nonexistent winter wardrobe. I’m obsessed with these adorable coats from Shrimps. The faux fur collars and embroidered badges are pretty freaking cute, aren’t they? Gah.

our wedding day

Photos by Jill Devries Photography

why beyoncé is hot and you’re not: lessons on self-worth

It’s been almost two months since I got married and went to our wedding receptions in L.A. and Canada. I know, you’re thinking, “this bitch is excessive”—but that’s not totally true. I just had the perfect excuse to eat lots of cake and go on vacation for two months—ha! Is there even a point in getting married if you don’t eat lots of cake or skip out on work?*

I’m over weddings now, obviously, and real life has settled back in (ugh). So, now that I’m back to being a normal human being (and a wife!), I want to talk about heavy discussion stuff. You know, the stuff that enlightens you, makes you realize that life is sort of tragic and you need to reevaluate your existence. That kind of stuff.