I'm dying. This is amazing. Bless you.

Oh my god. Yes. So much. Sometimes I just turn the light off, stare at them and say, “seriously?”

That chocolate cupcake is LITERALLY the most important thing you need to know right now.

This is me, everyday. I think I’m reaching some “Stand and Deliver”, next-level teaching moment. And my kids are all packed up, standing at the door, waiting for the bell to ring. God. It’s lunch time. Can we go?

I’ve been wearing Adrenalines for about 2 years and they are my favorite EVER. So much so that I’ve even bought the trail version. Now I have a pair of the GTSs and the ASRs (trail model). I never knew I would become THAT runner.

I’ve tried Hokas, and I know people love them, but it feels like marshmallows strapped to my feet.

Whatevs. I trail run in the Bay Area. I need as much neon on my shoes as possible, because when I trip, fall and break my neck rolling off the cliff, I want people to find my body.

Are those Adrenalines? Because if so, that will be my next color. Love them!

Lilly Pulitzer and fashion forward do not go together. Yiiiiiiiiiiikes!

Tom and Lorenzo are style bloggers who also blog about stylish TV shows. They run a very popular series on the costuming of Mad Men. My guess is that their phone autocorrects customer to costumer because they type the word costume constantly.

I was in Whole Foods a few weeks ago, doing my weekly shopping. I had a largish order, but the store wasn’t terribly busy, so I was chatting with the cashier. It was a leisurely transaction. No one was in line behind me, and several other check stands were empty. Suddenly, a woman gets in line behind me and puts down…

I wish it wasn't set in a halo. I think it takes away from the fabulousness of a giant heart-shaped canary diamond.

Surely you are ignoring some of the stellar fashion reportage that is every single Judith Krantz novel, ever.

Savory always wins over sweet. Yum! And now I want a Bloody Mary.

Me too! Clink!

True facts: for my 30th birthday, I hosted a Bloody Mary brunch. The seed was planted young.

I remember very distinctly, sitting at the bar with my girlfriends, smoking a cigarette and drinking my second vodka and soda of the night, and saying, “I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant.” So I feel you on that. 23 year old me was not ready to have a kid, and I am so glad I made the choice to terminate. Here I am, sharing…

I drink pickle brine as an adult, too! Not frequently. I've read that it is a good hangover cure, owing to all the salts.

Every time I read about Morgellons I get hella itchy! I'll be over here, scratching.

My brother and I would snack on salami rolled up with cream cheese on the inside, and bizarre tomato juice concoctions. The concoctions usually included pickle juice, garlic powder and hot sauce. What can I say? We love salty foods.