What are you as much as this weekend? I’m heading residence from England, the place I used to be visiting my aunt and grandmother. My suitcase is full of British sweet for the boys! I can’t wait to meet up with them and also you. Hope you could have a good one, and listed below are a few hyperlinks from across the net…
Wouldn’t you like to put this on your table every night?
A cute winter look.
The new rules of dinner parties. “Throw a ‘come as you were’ party. The hostess Elsa Maxwell once threw one where everyone had to show up dressed in whatever they were wearing when they got the invite. Text/email your invitations at all hours of the night and see what your friends show up in.”
Who’s hungry for a pasta bake?
A bookstore bus in the Bronx. (New York Magazine)
“How a missing sock changed my life.” (New York Times)
My children LOVE taking part in this game.
This Instagram comedian does probably the most unbelievable superstar impressions.
A stress-free family meal plan, hahaha. (The New Yorker)
Really cool wildlife photos.
Plus, two reader feedback:
Says Elizabeth on 12 reader comments on kindness: “Three years in the past, I had mind surgical procedure to clip an aneurysm. It required my neurosurgeon to make an incision from midway on my brow right down to my ear. When I used to be discharged, I waited within the hospital foyer in a wheelchair for my husband to get the automobile. My head was half shaved and I had 32 sutures operating throughout it. Every single individual averted their eyes… aside from one teenage boy who seemed immediately at me and smiled. When I share the story of my mind aneurysm, I all the time inform folks about that teenager. He made me really feel human once more. One factor my expertise taught me is that these ‘small’ actions are completely every little thing.“
Says Ashleigh on sex-positive parenting for prudes: “I’ve had to undo so much shame, internal and external. Couple purity culture with the twin teaching that ‘a woman owes her husband sex,’ and things get pretty awful. My own daughter’s birth was a turning point for me, wanting to understand our bodies, for me and for her. I still have so far to go, but sometimes we will be at the grocery store, my toddler daughter yelling the word ‘vulva’ at the top of her lungs from the shopping cart, my husband wryly asking if this was the goal. Honestly, yes. I couldn’t be prouder.”
(Photo by Liz Mündle.)