a blog for kate and gracie and friends
I found these words from Claire Danes today and I like them.
“Oh, I’m full of fear. I care about things; therefore, I have fears. I like to think that I’m brave, which is different. Brave means you’re able to admit that you care. If you care, you are vulnerable.”
A couple of my friends had been prattling on about Stitch Fix* for some time and I’d listen, look at their pictures, look at the site, ignore it, look at the site again, ignore it and then finally I bit the bullet in a moment of total frustration with my clothes and signed up for a shipment. Why not? What was there to lose? I thought. My first fix came this Wednesday and I think I’m still glowing. I’m seriously sitting straighter in my chair today because the new dress I’m wearing deserves it. I’ll spare you the details on how it works, because it’s explained on the site, and if you have questions, you can feel free to ask me, but I just want to ask, WHY DID I WAIT SO LONG?!?! This. Is. Amazing. Yes, I wish the clothes were made here, stateside. But pretty much nothing I buy clothes-wise is, so nothing has changed on that point. And yes, it’s not supporting the local economy, but I wasn’t doing that with my wardrobe-buying either. So essentially I already was an immoral clothes shopper before Stitch Fix. An immoral clothes shopper who was unhappy with her clothes. And now!? Well, basically, this may be the best thing that has ever happened to me and my wardrobe. Except for maybe that awesome prom dress I rented in 1993. But that doesn’t count, does it? because it was rented. So it never really was part of my wardrobe. So there you have it. I rest my case. Stitch Fix for president of wardrobes across the land!
PS – I think Aaron is going to try Trunk Club!
*Full disclosure: that link is my referral link, so I get $25 towards my next fix if you sign up through it. I’ll buy you a drink if you go this route. And we can talk about our clothes. Or whatever you want. Or our clothes.
Is anyone watching The Affair? I think it’s so good. So. Good.
See ya, fake bronze, spider-webby glass, nippled foyer light!
And hello, schoolhouse light!
And here:
Thanks, Barn Light Electric. And THANKS, AO. ❤️
Holy moly. Molly asked to take a bath today. Around noon. I’m still fairly certain that we’re still related, but it was odd nonetheless (I actually like baths given the right environment, but we don’t have it). AO and I were flabbergasted. Out of what I can only assume was total confusion – and maybe some bizarre knee-jerk reverse psychology – AO said, “No”; I quickly interceded and allowed the aberration. I think we’re all better for it. I’ll let you know if it happens again. Stay tuned.
life and puppies 