If you’re anything like me (dangerous intro to any thought in life), you find temporary taco tattoos and woven baskets with dangling pom poms of equal importance in life. If you identify with either, along with essentials like horse hair keychains and pineapple embellished Soludos, than Thomas Sires is the store you’ve been looking for.
Includes flamingos and cocktails, obviously.
If I’m writing about something I cannot eat or drink, you better freaking take note. So once upon a time it was Sunday and I found this store called BEAM in Brooklyn, and the owner poured me a glass of chilled Pinot Grigio (it was out for all guests) and I never wanted to leave. Ever.
It said bikini season has ariveth and thou shall stop closet eating truffle pizza and mounds of dark chocolate. Just Kidding. If I got that call, I would grumble a “wrong number” and return to my Popcorners. No, but really…
Note: this is not an edible post (for a change). Recently, Warby Parker (the reason I now wave to the right people and read street signs) launched a few different collections for the current and upcoming seasons. With new styles in both the sunglasses and eyeglasses departments, this $95 investment is probably the only one your face will need until…further notice/your mascara runs out.
In the last few years, sneakers upped their importance in my life and landed a slot next to almond milk and my mother.
True Life: I have a magazine fetish. Okay, and I kind of like to photograph them with my coffee and stuff. I’m very inspired to see all kinds of magazines emerging around town. Here are some of my new faves…
Because I am the queen of all things random, I’ve decided that this roundup goes with the mood of the day. Mood: in need of beach and sun, because it’s 80 degrees + humid and rainy–the holy trinity of FRIZZ and for the first time, I will say that I miss the Madison winters. I might be kidding, haven’t decided yet. Will get back to you on that one.
I haven’t posted any wearables lately because I think I’ve been pretty fixated on all things inhalable (oops, that’s not a word). I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing, but since variety is the sriracha of our existence…here you go! A little summer inspiration never does any harm.