What are you up to this weekend? I’m heading home from England, where I was visiting my aunt and grandmother. My suitcase is full of British candy for the boys! I can’t wait to catch up with them and you. Hope you have a good one, and here are a few links from around the web…
Wouldn’t you love 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 kids LOVE playing this game.
This Instagram comedian does the most incredible celebrity impressions.
A stress-free family meal plan, hahaha. (The New Yorker)
Really cool wildlife photos.
Plus, two reader comments:
Says Elizabeth on 12 reader comments on kindness: “Three years ago, I had brain surgery to clip an aneurysm. It required my neurosurgeon to make an incision from halfway on my forehead down to my ear. When I was discharged, I waited in the hospital lobby in a wheelchair for my husband to get the car. My head was half shaved and I had 32 sutures running across it. Every single person averted their eyes… except for one teenage boy who looked directly at me and smiled. When I share the story of my brain aneurysm, I always tell people about that teenager. He made me feel human again. One thing my experience taught me is that those ‘small’ actions are absolutely everything.“
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.)