The Kentucky Derby is this weekend which means it's time to get your hat on. I love hats. We don't wear them enough. I've been obsessed with this Rosie Assoulin straw hat since it's debut at fashion week last year. It's available at Vermillion if you're local and want to buy me a gift.
Ok, on to more attainable prizes. The hat game is strong at Anthro. Here are a few of my faves.
May the best hat win.
The Raleigh forecast for the weekend is sunny and 75 which means there's a 100% chance I'll be at the pool.
I'm really feeling the return of the one piece. Here are a few on my radar. Just tap the pics for details.
PJ's are always a great gift, it's something I almost never buy myself. These scalamandre-esque jammies from Target are super fun.
An old favorite, also something I never buy myself. Bobbi Brown, Beach. A reminder that summer is coming.
This might be the Mother's Day Gift of the season. If you aren't spiraling, what are you doing? Every kitchen needs the Spiralizer. Help mom turn those summer squashes into zoodles and squoodles.
Y'all. What was that?
I've never been in any sort of Black Friday, Target collab situation and that was nuts.
I stayed up til like 2am trying to get stuff online with no luck. Shout out to Twitter for keeping me entertained.
First it was the mobile site, then the tweeted links, then the site live, then crashing. Nuts.
I woke up at 7am on Sunday and somehow managed to get the two things I had in my online cart.
We arrived at target around 7:45. I went to my hometown Target because I knew Raleigh would be madness. This was the situation when we got there.
This was G's situation when we got there.
If you've ever wondered what simultaneous love and hate looks like, wonder no more.
We decided to divide and conquer. I went straight for the clothes and G went straight to beauty and home.
The one thing I can say I actually needed from this was a makeup bag. Turns out our store didn't get them.
G was also tasked with coffee mugs and plates from the home section. He swiped one of two coffee mug sets and the plates and one of those giraffe bottle openers because why not?
I was simultaneously shopping for myself and a few personal shopping clients so that was fun. I pretty much just grabbed everything I could get my hands on and checked out. I debated waiting at the dressing room for put backs but ultimately decided at some point amongst the madness that I really didn't care.
You win again, Target.
Here's the loot I'm actually keeping.
I'm kind of in love with that crop top. I also ordered the crop in Boom Boom online so I'm super excited for that to get here. And the piece de resistance, the pineapple punch kimono so I can get my Megan Draper on.
Anybody else have a successful #pinksunday?
This is the homemade breakfast sandwich to end all breakfast sandwiches. It starts with fresh baked bread. We chose sourdough from Night Kitchen Bakery. PS. If you haven't been to Night Kitchen, it's a new bakery in Seaboard Station, they have a cheddar and herb scone that I literally dream about. I digress.
Ok, lightly butter and toast that bread. Then, spread on some smashed avocado. Drizzle a little EVOO on top of the avocado and sprinkle salt and fresh cracked pepper. Douse with hot sauce of your choice. Next, layer on egg cooked how you like it and BACON. It's so good. It has become my brunch/after church go to.
I'm sorry this picture isn't sexy.
As you may or may not know, I don't have any siblings. It's been just me for 28 glorious years. While my parents tried to have other children after me, God was like no, trust me, you're all set with this one. I never really gave a lot of thought to siblings growing up. I wasn't fiercely against it, but I also wasn't one of those kids begging for a brother or sister. It's just kind of how the cookie crumbled.
I want to preface this post by saying that I don't speak for all only children, I can only speak about my personal experience. And like my dad always says, "you can't miss what you never had."
So, I can't say my life would have been better or worse with siblings, but I do know that I like my life a lot and I had an amazing childhood. People tell me that I'm the "good kind" of only child or they can't tell that I'm an only child. I guess I take that as a compliment, but I don't really know what it means either. I don't go around patting people on the back for turning out to be decent human beings because they were the baby of five. But I guess according to most, only children are supposed to be irrationally spoiled, bratty, and entitled people.
It's my favorite day of the year again...National Sibling Day! Woop Woop!
Was I spoiled? Sure. If you grew up with parents that love you and you had food to eat, you were too.
Bratty? From the ages of 3-10, probably.
I think I was afforded opportunities as an only child that I might not have had if there were more kids in our family specifically. Like I got to take all the dance classes I could fit into a week, I attended private school, I had my own room and bathroom, I got a car when I turned 16 and another one when I blew that one up before I went to college, my parents paid for college, the easter bunny and santa went a little overboard.
In addition to those tangible things, I also have a really close relationship with my parents and grandparents, I know how to entertain myself, and often prefer it, I know how to take care of myself and figure things out on my own, and I never had to fight for attention. I've found as an adult, I don't really need or require attention, but I do expect it. It's fine line, but it's there. I didn't need to scream or beg for attention because I already had plenty of it and as a result, I don't really NEED anyone, except of course Jesus. I don't need to be adored, flattered or patted on the back. I don't need it, but I kind of expect it, because I've always had it. This is a super fun nugget of information to uncover while dating, just ask Player ;)
Also only children talk to adults A LOT, we're just tiny grown ups. I was eating at nice restaurants and requesting a cup of coffee after my dinner at the ripe age of 3. I think this is in part due to my only childness, but also due to the fact that my parents treated me like I belonged there. They didn't act like I should be coloring at the kids table, it seemed totally fine for me to be sipping coffee out of china if thats what I wanted. This taught me a very important lesson:
Act like you've been there before.
I find that only children have this "act like you've been there before" mentality which comes from a lifetime of acting like we've been there before. Act like you sit at the adult table and drink coffee, act like you know what you're doing at school, act like everyone wears pink suede boots, act like you're qualified for any job, act like people want to read your blog :), the list goes on. Having that mentality has led me to do tons of things that I don't know I would have had the confidence to do otherwise. I'm not saying this is good or bad, but it's who I am. Love it or leave it.
I could go on and on about the pros and cons of only childness, but it's the only life I know and it's been pretty great. I wish all of you siblings a happy national sibling day! Call your sibling and say I love you, without them you could have ended up spoiled, bratty, and entitled like me :)
Raleigh, NC girl with a passion for all things style.