The long weekend has arrived! Anyone going anywhere fun? I'm staying in town but looking forward to relaxing and being cozy and reading all my books and watching all our screeners. Now if only it would snow! It seems extremely rude that it be this cold and windy without snow as well. Like, what's the point? I'm also living in deep fear that a delayed winter means we'll be freezing and snowy until April, which might actually kill me. Ah, the weather! So thrilling. I'm just pretending there's snow outside the windows and drinking copious amounts of tea and going to town on my stove-top milk frother, which was a true gem of a Christmas gift. Nothing elevates a lil old cup of tea like some fucking frothed milk, ya feel me?
Speaking of curling up with some tea, my friend Erin's book, Simple Matters, came out this week and it's SO GOOD. If you haven't already done so, make sure you pick up a copy at your local bookstore or order one online TODAY. It's such a gift to be able to see the world in a unique and beautiful way and then have the presence of mind to articulate it so simply and lovingly. The book is truly a work of art and, for a neat-nick like me, a breath of positive reinforcement. I can't say enough good things. If you are a fan of Marie Kondo, interior design, green living solutions, are looking to simplify, or just want a good read, this book is for you!
On a different note, what a week of horrific artistic losses. It's difficult to talk about celebrity passings and not sound slightly delusional, or like a teenager, and much has been said, in a more articulate manner, about the passings of both David Bowie and Alan Rickman. All I can say is I have been deeply affected by both of these losses, and there will never be anyone quite like them again. Never again will there be a true original like Bowie, our starman, who made all of us who felt a little different feel like we belonged. What a gift of a goodbye he has left us. Only Bowie could leave us with such artistry. When I was in drama school I took a master class from Alan Rickman, and when it was finished I realized he had left his half-drunk water bottle onstage. I swiped it and for the remainder of my time at Oxford I would take a sip of it each night, in the hopes that his genius would transfer over into me. Also, I figured it was basically the same as kissing Colonel Brandon.
Well, here are some links for your eyeballs and a little ditty for your heart.
I don't even drink coffee and this looks bananas good.
I wrote about facial oils over on Well Rounded NY.
OMG is it almost Girl Scout Cookie season?
When can women stop trying to look perfect?
My god the state of the Oscar nominations are abysmal.
You better believe I ordered one of these the day it came out!
Made some chicken tikka masala for dinner last night, but may have to try this for my next Indian craving.
This would have been extremely helpful to me.
Oh, these colors!
How could I pick just one?