This weekend is coming up on one of the hardest days of the year, Mother’s Day. Let’s be serious our mothers do not deserve a day of celebration. They deserve something like a century. My mother? She deserves that, a lifetime supply of pedicures, and a clean house on demand.
Monday night icons of style and media gathered on the Upper East Side for Anna Wintour’s annual Met Gala. Dozens of celebrities visited the Upper East Side decked out in gorgeous gowns and tuxedos inspired by the event’s theme “Comme des Garcons” french for “like some boys.” The guest list ranged from Rihanna to Tom Brady with tickets starting at $30,000 per person.
For those of you reading, yes I am aware that today is January 11 and not January 1, so I am a little behind on this whole resolution idea, but hey, better late than never right?
In the spirit of the new year, like everyone else, thoughts about self improvement fill my head. Will this be the year that I finally learn how to code? Get in a consistent work out routine? Stop eating a bowl of Lucky Charms for dinner?
The Christmas season is upon us, and with that, giving season is upon us. This year, let’s aim to get the people we care about things that they would actually like.
For the One Who Pretends to do Yoga
We all know that girl who loves fitness but also loves to shove a doughnut in her face, though, you wouldn’t see that on her Instagram. Her fitness closet rivals that of Khloé Kardashian, and she is your go to contact for the latest juice cleanse. This year get her something that inspires her to actually learn the yoga moves that she always posts about.
I moved to NYC a little over a month ago with two suitcases, no job, and an empty apartment waiting for me. My Uber driver dropped me off in front of my Upper West Side apartment and helped me unload my bags. After struggling to get my large suitcases out of the trunk, he joked about how I had packed gold bricks. Looking at the price of my uber, I not so jokingly wished I had.
Ascending the steps to my two floor walk up (always count your blessings), suitcases in hand, I wondered, what could I have packed that is this heavy? Is it possible I unknowingly snuck some gold bricks into my suitcase for good measure?
It is December 21!
You know what that means, 4 days until Christmas. If you have been a little too busy decking the halls that your gift shopping has suffered, never fear, your holiday gift guide is here.
The year is 2000. I am six years old. It is a normal Sunday morning in the Knot household. The smell of coffee cake sits in the air.
It is early. Throughout the house, my siblings use their comforters as shields in a futile attempt to resist our human alarm clocks or parents.
It’s November 2. Therefore it is officially the aftermath of Halloweekend. I don’t know about the rest of you, but I am exhausted.
Another Halloween has come and gone, and with that, so has another round of staying up till all hours finishing costumes and spending an embarrassing amount of time in the shower trying to wash the glitter out of your hair.
Yet despite the vast amount of torn terrycloth on my bedroom floor and the stubborn Modge Podge stain on my pants, I cannot wait until next year.
Yes this is another basic fall post. Sorry not sorry.
Last Saturday, all of my housemates were gone, and I had nothing to do.
Just kidding, I had plenty to do. My professors made sure of that.
So I faced a decision: read 100 pages in The Warden, get ahead on my homework, start applying for internships for next semester, or bake fall treats?
(also I am using the term baking very loosely)
Spoiler alert: fall treats won.
Luckily for you, my procrastination is your new recipe.
I pack of double stuffed Oreos
I pack of white Wilton candy melts
Sprinkles of decoration
Wooden Lollipop sticks
Step one: Lay out halved Oreos on a plate or other microwave safe surface
Step two: Microwave Oreos for 20 seconds and then insert the lollipop stick into the cream. Press the other side of the Oreo against the cream and let cool.
Happy Friday everyone!
After the week that I had, it is a happy Friday indeed.
I will confess something to you all: most days this week, I did not feel like getting out of bed. Let alone getting ready for my day.