What your favorite ’80s band says about you.
I laughed myself rotten on this. A must read for anyone who gets anxious about what to bring to potlucks.
An in-depth look at the gray hair trend. It’s real and it’s happening.
All the awesome hats at the 2015 Easter parade.
Visit Ramona Quimy’s Portland.
Speaking of awesome hats: my favorite person on Instagram right now is Dee Goldberg. Her outfits are like Jim Henson, Lisa Franks, and your nana from Boca Raton all rolled into one well-accesorized spirit animal.
Hello! The feminist wedding magazine we have been waiting for.
16 Homemade paint brushes (fruit netting?!)
This incredible photo essay from inside the Crayola crayon factory.
A beautiful letter from a seriously rad woman: “To the mom or dad who told their child not to stare at mine.”
Is it happening or not happening? The Full House spin-off series going straight to Netflix. I need to know. Mary Kate and Ashley will probably be party poppers, but really, who wants to party with them anyway? Also did you see Uncle Jessie was hanging out in front of the house in San Fransisco? Everywhere you look…
Hearty congratulations to this kid for making it possible for me to tell people I watched some college basketball in March and enjoyed myself. You go, dude. Dance like no one is watching!
Also, quick shout out to all y’all who have been taking the time to fill out my reader survey. I had seriously been considering getting rid of these Happy Monday posts of my favorite links, but so many of you have already expressed that you like them (without much prompting from me, I might add) that I think they will stay. I might do a themed post once a month or season, hard to say. But please know that I always welcome your thoughts, and I’m constantly cruising for links to include. My usual criteria is a 3 point system of questions;
Is it weird?
Is it undercelebrated?
Does it make me want to immediately stop what I’m doing and do something else?
…if it hits two out of three, I make a note to try and remember it next Monday. If you see something, holler at me at peaches (at) auntpeaches (dot) com.