Forgive the delay friends. It’s Tuesday and I still didn’t write a Monday post. And it’s not because I didn’t find anything good on the internet this week (DID YOU EVEN SEE MISS PIGGY ON INSTAGRAM?). This week has had some unexpected/exciting developments (more to follow) and I’m hustling to get my work done before leaving for California this week. Heyo! I’m going to the Santa Cruz area to hang out with a bunch of other seriously crafty lady folk. I plan on coming back with large quantities of wine and glue guns. Airport security is going to be really, really confused.
The movie Clueless turned 20 years old this week. Damn, we are old.
Speaking of which, I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE THIS MOVIE.
The unknown Bohemian designer responsible for the wardrobes on Gustav Klimt’s famous paintings.
“An open letter to my white friends who love the Kardashians.” (<< note: it is interesting that my spellcheck can autocorrect Kardashian but does not recognize Bohemian as a regional identity worthy of capitalization. #ModernTimez)
This chocolate salted caramel tart is haunting my dreams. (<<not an exageration)
Incredible photo essay on the life of a 21 year old nun.
Hillary Clinton on what it takes to get ready in the morning.
Why the Huffington Post won’t report Donald Trump news in their political section.
Follow of the week: Stasha takes the most beautiful photos of life, her son, and two enormous, cow-sized dogs.
And for those with a pragmatic flair for food, next time you are out in the sun eating watermelon, remember that you could instead be carving it into a dragon head.