I’ve been married for eight years today
I feel really really really really really happy and proud about it.
June 11, 2011 was no slouch. Today is way way way way better.
Speaking of today, here’s what we should listen to:
🎧 In Spotify news
Is It New Wave? playlist by Spotify. SUPER INTO THIS recently!! Good for anything involving sunshine! Before now, all I really knew about new wave, I gleaned from listening to the radio in my cool gay uncle’s high school bedroom when he was out doing cool gay high school uncle stuff.
Tyler’s very on-brand TWELVE-HOUR 90s nostalgia playlist, which, if you’re me, will also fuel your karaoke playlist
The Wynonna episode of Cocaine & Rhinestones (tho I’m a little torn as to whether the host demonizes Naomi Judd too much?? Need to do some independent research)
Speaking of subscribing, as in wow did I subscribe to that makeup sample box for too long:
I organized my bathroom drawers!!!
HERE IS THE AFTER PHOTO JK LOLOL. Here’s all the shit that was in four drawers when I started, as well as a medicine cabinet shot for transparency. I threw away a lot, mostly Birchbox samples whose time had lonnnng come and gone. Then I organized the drawers mostly by frequency of use, USING those empty Birchbox boxes as organizers. AM I A GENIUS?? YES BUT FOR UNRELATED REASONS!!!
Here’s where we landed:
Drawer 1: Makeup*
*What little I need of it that is
In an effort to appear Cool Girl Inc. I have the urge to insist I don’t use most of this stuff regularly, love me, I’m natural, I’m a Glossier millennial!!! Various Urban Decay palettes in the back, which I don’t wear super often, yet keep purchasing because they’re beautiful works of art. I bought the neon one at an airport from a teenage employee who’d never been on a plane before and asked me if flying was scary. That thing at the bottom is the beloved headband I use when washing my face at night.
Drawer 2: Body hair and face masks
I have a Harry’s subscription for razor blades and I love them. Those pink circles are Babyfacial (I just reminded myself of the name by Googling “baby skin mask” btw) and there are a bunch of various sheet masks in the Glossier pouch. Makeup brushes in the black case on the left. And shower cap. I use that regularly, but there was no space for it in drawer 1. We adapt.
Drawer 3: HEAD HAIR tools
It’s just a blowdryer and my new brush, empty Glossier pouches and some other stuff I don’t use regularly.
Drawer 4: Restock, chargers, travel cases
A bunch of soap and a big Everyday Oil refill and the chargers and travel cases for things like my toothbrush.
I’d like to reiterate again that I THREW AWAY SOOOO MUCH STUFF AND THIS FELT GREAT and it has brought me joy every day since. It took maybe 30 minutes while I listened to the very grisly Spade Cooley episode of Cocaine and Rhinestones.
Speaking of grisly, JK, speaking of joy:
Behold this beautiful cake (also bake it perhaps)
I beheld it myself the other day and I can’t stop thinking about it. First of all, SNACKING CAKE?? Yes. This looks pretty straightforward, an olive oil cake with some crunchy cornmeal and lemon zest, and then you put sliced strawberries shoulder-to-shoulder on the top and they ROAST WHILE THE CAKE BAKES because the world is magic. I wanna make it! While we’re at it, I want to start hosting occasional weekend brunches!!! But that’s for another aspirational paragraph in another scattershot newsletter.
Should, like, we all make this? MAYBE THIS WEEKEND?? Holler at me if you want in??
Speaking of hollering at me:
We’re all sharing our pronouns right???
Recently, personal hero and friend of the newsletter Rachael Maddux emailed me from her work account (brag) and I noticed she included her pronouns in her email signature, linked to the “she/her” page on Pronoun Island.
The site is really simple and includes examples of how to use different pronouns in sentences. It’s great! I copied her and did the exact same thing, and I encourage you to do the same!
Speaking of doing the same:
A poem from the grocery request list @ work
Speaking of Michael Buble (JK, I wish):
Shark Tank is great but it’s ten times too horny for itself
I watched an episode from season 10 last night (secondary title A DECADE OF DREAMS omg), in which the narrator now shouts “It’s been 10 years since Shark Tank IGNITED AMERICA’S ENTREPRENEURIAL SPIRIT!!!” Then not thirty seconds later, we’re treated to the show’s (STILL and somehow not yet redesigned even though it’s not in the spirit of the show anymore and it’s a little… like… close to climate change-y real life) title credits, where a pack of feral great whites roam the former Wall Street, the world underwater, human life apparently eradicated Like…? American Dream Porn or dystopian Wall Street thriller?? PICK A SIDE!!
Shark Tank doesn’t understand what’s good about itself, which is false drama amongst actually mild-mannered middle-aged billionaires (who are for the most part radically candid, not cruel) in a neverending meeting:
And these zoom shots of normal nervous people!!!
Just let people do their thing and keep shooting it like a soap opera and we’ll be fine, calm down! @abc @abc @abc
P.S. Leave Mr. Wonderful alone!! Kevin O’Leary isn’t a villain, he’s an impish guide!!
I love you,
Lindsey