Shit has been going down lately! And by shit I mean dog poo, because Jack and I got a dog. We got a gorgeous little puppy called Luna. She’s a lilac and white border collie with cosmic blue eyes, and she is our best friend. She is 10 weeks at the moment and –talking like a true parent– is complete perfection, even when we wake up at 2am to take her out but she still pees inside, even when she accidentally bites us too hard and especially when she decides to eat the legs of our dining table for dinner and all my coffee-table books for dessert.
So life has been a bit crazy since we’re just figuring out life with a puppy, but we’re getting a hang of it now and adapting. I think all dog owners can agree: the best thing on earth is coming home to our girl. And is there a greater collective group of people than the dog owning community? We have made so many friends already and haven’t even visited a dog park yet.
BROAD CITY IS BACK!
Ilana and Abbi are on Marc Maron’s WTF. Listen! Listen!
I interrupt your regularly scheduled backpack lusting sesh so we can drool over this carry-on beauty.
I can’t decide whose part in this song in my favorite.
“Damn, Daniel!” explained.
Gilmore Girl fans, let us rejoice!
A story about how mom’s save the say.
OMG. This home. And it belongs to the owner of Catbird (the only jewelry store I’ve ever loved).
This is why the floor routine is still one of my favorite parts of the Olympics.
Imagine having this in your living room. YAS QUEENS.
Accommodation for your next NYC trip.
For those who say they don’t have time to read.
This on repeat to help us get through the week. (Such a good edit.)