My Latest Snag: The Sleeper Dress.

I’ve not-so-casually mentioned this about 347 times, but I am SO excited about my new Sleeper Brigitte dress! I’d been eyeing one throughout the entirety of my pregnancy but it took until the very end for me to take the plunge. I think it will be the perfect nursing dress — polished, airy, comfortable. I bought mine in this blue “linum” floral print, in the midi length.

You’re Sooooo Popular: A Chic Mirror.

The most popular items on the blog this week:

+This inexpensive, chic woven mirror.

+A classic leather bag in an on-trend bucket shape — on serious sale.

+A sweet floral dress for well under $100 (currently $60!)

+A darling baby gift.

+Low-heeled mules to wear with errythang. (On sale!) These — in a similar shape, but more casual — were also very popular for the second or third week running.

+Flattering everyday shorts for summer.

+My favorite stationery for children.

+I have personalized notepads in virtually every drawer of my home. (#listtherapy). Incidentally, a great end-of-year teacher gift?

+Our favorite solution for stowing out-of-season clothing in Old Louise.

+This striped summer sweater.

#Turbothot: Making Time to Read.

I get a lot of questions about how I make time to read so much. The truth is that my readership ebbs and flows. There was a legitimate two- or three-year period after I completed graduate school where I did not read any books. People assume I’m exaggerating, but you can ask Mr. Magpie — I would not read. Pursuing an advanced degree in literature had seemingly extracted all of the joy out of reading for me. I couldn’t face a text without — well, first, considering it “a text” (rather than an escape, or a mirror, or a site of enjoyment or enrichment or emotional exchange) and, second, finding myself deafened by a chorus of irritating voices reminding me to consider Derrida or “the male gaze” or “otherness” as presented in the work. The heavy machinery of critical theory switched on the minute I cracked a book open, almost like a neighbor buzzing away with his leaf blower for hours on end while you are trying to snooze next door. (Incidentally, there is currently one droning away outside my window, or maybe it’s a street drill — such is my level of extraction from the noise of home gardening — but in any case, it’s irritating.)

With time, though, came a gradual return to books and an unanticipated emotional awakening to their possibilities. As my grasp on the finer points of LaCan and Foucault waned, I found myself learning to read again. (And I’ve since learned how to read again and again, thanks to the smart ladies who read alongside me here on this blog and in our in-person book club gatherings.) But there have been other aids I have used to help me carve out more time to read:

+Buying a Kindle. Well, technically Mr. Magpie bought me this, but it has completely fueled my voraciousness as a reader. I find it much easier — physically and mentally — to read for small stretches of time on the Kindle than I do when I am toting a physical copy around. A physical book seems to require of me (I am sure much of this is mental) a place to sit, a stretch of uninterrupted time, and an ability to focus. Conversely, I find myself reaching for my Kindle when I am standing on the subway platform, or enjoying a blessed couple of minutes of quiet while mini colors, or waking at 3 a.m. unable to fall back asleep. It has changed my readership habits entirely: I will now read in small sips whenever I have little pockets of time.

+Retiring books when they don’t grab my attention. This was a hard habit to break, as I suffer from type A-style “completion desire” — if I’ve begun a book, I feel an awful compulsion to finish it and something akin to guilt if I don’t. But I have learned the hard way that elbowing my way through a book that does not interest me is a surefire way to kill my reading mojo. I’ll sit, quagmired, in a book for months on end. And for what?! Life is short. Drop the book and find something better to read.

+Reading books you love. I tear through books when I let myself read whatever tickles my fancy, with no regard for whether something is “highbrow” or “impressive” or “popular” or not. There was a time when I felt ashamed to read the latest pulp thriller or “chick lit pick” — it felt wrong, borderline unethical (?), given my substantial training in the field of literary criticism. I’ve long since dismissed those concerns as overly vain and entirely irrelevant. I read for many reasons, but chief among them is pleasure. So who cares? Read that juicy rom com of a book. (Incidentally, my favorite beach reads here.)

+Finding friends to read alongside you. Nothing holds me accountable to finishing a book like book club. (Join me!) I also often read books alongside my sister and cousin, who tend to share my literary interests. It’s so fun to unpack what we’ve read together, over pizza and a glass of wine. (My sister and I often disagree on books, though — ha!)

+Breastfeed a baby. HA. But seriously — I don’t think I’ve ever read more than I did while nursing mini. (I anticipate this go around will be very different as I’ll also be supervising a toddler, so…the long days of breastfeeding and reading are probably not going to materialize again.) Reading made the time fly right by and made me feel relaxed and — if I may say so — slightly virtuous: “aha! I am not only feeding my child but nourishing my spirit at the same time.” It was also a welcome break from scrolling through Instagram/Facebook, which had been my go-to nursing activity for the first few weeks. (A Kindle is a must-have for a nursing mom, FYI! You can use it with one hand! You can prop it up or use a stand so you can read hands-free! You can read while the lights are out or very dim in the wee hours of the morning! It is heaven!) More generically, though, even while not breastfeeding, I thought carefully about the times of day I would normally reach for my phone for an idle social media catch-up session and try to supplant that urge with reaching for my Kindle.

+Bring your book everywhere. When I was little, I was occasionally embarrassed by the fact that both of my parents never went anywhere without a book in hand. My mother always had a book propped up against the gear shift of her car in the carpool lane. My father would attend school events with an enormous Churchill tome tucked under his arm. I get it, now, and intend to fully embarrass my own children with the same slightly anti-social habit. There are always little pockets of time to kill. Why not fill the void with a quick five minute reading session?

+Audit your time. Someone once told me that “time is a tool to express your values.” It caught me off-guard and I began to think a bit more critically about how I was spending my spare time. Did it align with who I was? Who I wanted to be? I have always considered myself a curious person, and reading fuels and satiates that intellectual hunger. Acknowledging this helped me make more time and space for reading in my life.

What about you? How do you make time to read?

P.S. Ten books that will change your life and — though this is now a few weeks old — what to read right now. I’ll share another post soon with my top picks for summer vacation reads.

Blast from the Past: Firsts and Lasts.

With my new baby apparently here (it is so crazy to write those words, as I am actually drafting this post nearly ten days in advance of publishing it, and so — gasp!), I have been thinking lots about cherishing those fleeting firsts and lasts of the first year of a child’s life. I capture a lot of the wistfulness here, in this post I wrote about “Firsts and Lasts” with mini, two years (!!) ago:

“It feels like yesterday that I woke every morning to the sight of minimagpie’s empty bassinet, its vacancy engendering the deepest sensation of longing and anticipation.  Mini had not yet entered the world, but there it stood–open-armed, waiting, a visual reminder of what was to come.  (As if I needed the cue–my belly growing by the day, her kicks so forceful they sent electric shocks through me multiple times a day.)

These days, I wake to the sight of her empty bassinet, but feel something entirely different.  Most mornings, my eyes travel over it thoughtlessly, so accustomed am I to seeing it there, her existence and all of her paraphernalia so deeply incorporated into the quotidian activities of my life that I barely give it a second thought.  I’m too distracted by her cry, or too tired to think much of anything.  Other mornings, I wake and look at it and fight the urge to cry.  I thumb through pictures of her in it from just a few months ago, her limbs scrawny and her face red and squished and my recollection of this time continues to soften and float, suspended, in a haze of tenderness.

Did I adequately cherish those moments?  Those mornings and noons and nights with her snoozing in it by my bedside?…”

Post-Scripts:

+These linen coasters are TO DIE. What a chic hostess gift!

+With mini, I used this Puj baby bath, which fits into any sink and was therefore a dream because of my c-section (you don’t need to bend over!). I also liked that it unfolds into a flat shape that can be slid away for storage. The only downside was that we found it dented/scuffed up pretty easily given its foam construction and that it developed mold. We ended up throwing it away when we moved. I then used this Boon tub within our bigger tub when we moved to New York until mini was about a year or maybe 14 months — at which point she transitioned into the full-size bath with this bath mat lining the bottom to prevent slips. With micro, I’ve been sort of waiting on the edge of my seat to see if he’ll be delivered via c-section or not, and if he is, I might try to get by with this inexpensive “sponge,” which a few readers have recommended and which I could place right in the sink for the first few weeks, while I’m recovering from surgery, as it doesn’t seem to make sense to buy a $45 Puj for about a month of use when I already have the Boon downstairs. OH THE LOGISTICS AND MATHEMATICS OF MOTHERHOOD.

+Speaking of baths, swooning over these personalized, block-print towels for little ones.

+Smitten with the swimwear brand Onia — love this blue floral print (on sale)!

+Added one of these personalized laminated dining mats to my cart for mini! How precious?!

+A dead-ringer for Zimmermann (but $75!)

+These $100 slides are so fun!

+Apparently these are a great hack for introducing more vegetables in your toddler’s diet. Mini has been going through a phase where she doesn’t eat most vegetables. She’s great about trying most other things, but veggies are just not her style right now.

+A $55 gingham steal.

+This is such a saucy style for J. Crew! Love!

I turn (gulp, just say it) thirty five on June 26th. Thirty five. Thirty five has always sounded to me like mortgages, mammograms, and minivans. Like meetings with accountants, calling “my lawn guy,” going to bed at nine-fifteen-p.m., and eating cottage cheese while my kids enjoy pancakes. Like a La Croix when I really want a full-calorie Sprite.

But it’s not. Thirty-five is the neighbor to thirty-four, which has been an exceptionally generous year in my life. It was a year that answered. It was a year of emotional thawing, or warming, and on my thirty-fourth birthday, I watched Mr. Magpie transform before my eyes after a particularly trying string of frustrations and dislocations.

I will never forget this happy year in our small apartment, its walls already lit with the haze of nostalgia: rolling fresh pasta at our drop-leaf dining room table, in the midst of a major pasta obsession thanks to this cookbook, while cursing the diminutive size of our kitchen; the sound of mini’s breathless laughter during her maiden piggy-back rides on Mr. Magpie while I was sitting idly in the green and white striped rocking chair in her nursery, impossibly pregnant — just the sound of their laughter together in the other room made my heart swell; the Easter dinner that stretched from 5 PM to 8 PM with my sister and brother-in-law, punctuated by a dance party at mini’s behest, limbs flailing, music blaring; the sight of mini, sprawled out on her stomach, intently coloring her Disney coloring books; the many late nights reading in my bed while listening and not-listening to the city sounds just outside my window; the way I cajoled mini out of the bathtub on countless nights by telling her to bring Mr. Magpie “a cappuccino” of bubbles in a little blue plastic coffee cup, her dimpled butt sprinting out of the bathroom to present it to him, joyously. This is the stuff of a good childhood, I think, or I hope. But also — the stuff of a good parenthood. The snuggly feeling of belonging and attachment and safety and all-is-right-with-the-world. And I have thirty-four to thank for that feeling of respite after what feels like a decade of movement and undulation and uncertainty.

So I am grateful to thirty-four. And eager for what thirty-five will bring, too. I have a hunch — the kind of hunch you get when you read the first few pages of a book and feel yourself really lean in — it’s going to be a good one.

Post Scripts: What I Want to Wear on My Birthday.

I’ve asked Mr. Magpie to make reservations at either Prune, again (because — I mean, it was magic last year) or Le Coucou, because I’ve wanted to go there forever. And for the occasion, my sister and I have decided we will dress up: heels, gowns, whatever impractical fashion accessories we are into at the moment. Below, my top picks for a birthday dress — many of which I’ve featured multiple times over on le blog, so that should show you how much I’ve been pining after post-partem clothing:

+This Staud!

+If money were no object, I’d love to wear a Brock Collection dress like this or this or an Emilia Wickstead like this.

+More in the realm of reality, but similar in vibe: this Alice McCall, this Reformation, or this under-$100 score.

+This Agua Bendita dress which has been EVERYWHERE on EVERY influencer and OMG I can see why.

+This romantic Doen.

+This punchy Sheridan French.

+This Self-Portrait (on super sale!).

+This gingham midi.

+This dramatic Rhode.

Aaaand a couple of under-$100 birthday gifts I may just need to snag for myself: these frayed, knotted mules (LOVE! — $60!); this voluminous floral blouse; this nightie/coverup; this Cult Gaia bag (on sale!); this striped and smocked midi; these pearl and heart earrings.

P.S. More golden moments and golden hours here. This year was full of them.

P.P.S. My musings on the eve of turning thirty-four.

P.P.P.S. You are enough.

This past week has ambled on by with the get-up-and-go of a college frat boy. But here we are, a week past micro’s due date and on the very eve of his birth via scheduled c-section, which I now consider a blessed deliverance in more ways than one, as I am wholly uncomfortable and entirely drained and finding it exceedingly difficult to walk more than a few blocks without needing a long sit. This, after all my hand-wringing about not wanting another c-section, and then discovering he was no longer breech and fretting over the unknowns of a vaginal birth: now we are back here, facing a c-section. As my SIL and three-time-c-section-warrior put it, after I unloaded some of my anxieties about the procedure: “There’s no getting around the bear of a surgery like this one, and it sucks having that knowledge the second time around. But your body has an imprint from the first time, so the adjusting will be less of a shock.”

Such is life, such is parenthood: God laughs when you make plans.

And so here I am, less than twenty-four hours away from meeting micro, flitting around my neighborhood, running last-minute errands (an extra pack of toilet paper, just in case), re-organizing my pantry (…?), enjoying a blow-out, and, oh, all the things that do not matter but that fill my day and afford me a sense of progress.

When I slow down (and maybe I should for the remainder of the day), I find myself weepy. Weepy with relief, with anxiety, with excitement, with exhaustion, with affection. Mr. Magpie had some ultra-generous, ultra-sweet words to say to me over our lunch date today and — oh! — I was a puddle in the middle of Bar Boulud, too happy and hormonal and wistful and to-hell-with-onlookers to care. It’s a strange thing to know that our lives will forever change, again, in a matter of hours. Who is this boy! What will our life be! How will I feel!

In between such musings big and small, I also had to share some scattershot thoughts with you before I dash off–

  1. Thank you. For all of your words of encouragement via comment, email, and direct message. I feel so lifted. You are too kind and I am too lucky. I’ll be toasting with a full glass of champagne one day in the near future, clinking glasses with all of y’all in my mind.
  2. I have pre-written a number of blog posts for the next week or two — so do not fear! I will be here. It may take me a minute to update you all on how we’re doing post-birth, but I dedicated a lot of time to writing over the past few weeks so there is lots to come.
  3. There are some very good — dangerously good — sales going on right now. I did a roundup of my to picks from the memorial day sale here, but now Nordstrom, Neiman’s, and Bergdorf’s are running incredible discounts, too. A couple finds below:

HAD TO HAVE THIS FOR MICRO

HAVE EYED THESE ODLR EARRINGS FOREVER

A CLASSIC ONESIE FROM MY FAVORITE INFANT SLEEPWEAR BRAND

LOVE THIS FLORAL ANORAK

TIE-DYE LEGGINGS AND COORDINATING BRA ($33?!)

A SWEET PICK FOR AN FOJ OUTFIT FOR A LITTLE ONE

LOVE THE COLOR OF THESE HUNTERS

YOU NEED A ROBE!

SOMEHOW (POSSIBLY THROUGH CLERICAL ERROR?) THIS LA DOUBLE J TOP IS ONLY $44?!?!?!?!??!

A couple years ago, I enrolled in a tennis class for beginners and it was, as they say, “character-building.” I hadn’t been so colossally and publicly bad at something since, oh, high school? — when I was forced to try my hand at various outdoor sports as a part of P.E. All-in, it was a good thing to push myself out of my comfort zone (how often do we do that as adults outside of the professional arena?), but my was it humbling.

Meanwhile, Mr. Magpie has always been a solid tennis player (he is one of those vexing “natural athletes” — hopefully my children inherit this gene) and we played a couple of times, which, of course, and happily, necessitated the purchase of an entire new tennis wardrobe. I was reminded of this the other day as I switched out my winter wardrobe for my summer one and came across a bag full of sportswear, including a stack of barely-used tennis garb. The discovery left me determined to figure out a way to try my hand (again) at tennis this summer — and also, I will admit, left me poking around online looking for updated, chic looks for summertime aerobics:

THIS CHIC TENNIS DRESS (UNDER $60)

SAKS HAS A BUNCH OF MY FAVORITE TENNIS SHOES ON SERIOUS SALE IN GREAT COLORS

LOVE THE SPORTY STRIPE DETAILING ON THIS NIKE DRESS

CHIC TENNIS SKIRTS: THIS, THIS, THIS, AND THIS (UNDER $50)

THE ULTIMATE CHIC (MONOGRAMMED!) TENNIS BAG (GET THE LOOK FOR LESS WITH THIS OR THIS)

MONOGRAMMED GOLF HEAD COVERS (GREAT GIFT)

YOU CAN’T GO WRONG WITH A WHITE LACOSTE (I STILL HAVE SEVERAL FROM MY TEENS!)

THE BEST SPORTS WATER BOTTLE EVER (I’M OBSESSED WITH THIS)

A MONOGRAMMED POUCH FOR TOTING ESSENTIALS

A PUFF-SLEEVED SWEATSHIRT FOR COOL-DOWNS

THE SWEETEST FLORAL LEGGINGS

ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH THE SHAPE OF THESE SUNNIES

I’VE WRITTEN ABOUT THIS IN THE PAST, BUT THIS IS THE ABSOLUTE BEST JACKET FOR HIKING — LIGHTWEIGHT, WIND AND RAIN-PROOF, PACKABLE, AND VENTED

THE COOLEST HIKING BOOTS

I LOVE THE LOOSE, BODY-SKIMMING FIT OF THIS TANK

A TOUCH OF TIE-DYE

MY BUDGET BUY SECRET: THESE ARE THE BEST SPORTS BRAS (ALSO LOVE THIS STYLE) — SO COMFORTABLE AND UNDER $20!

PEOPLE RAVE ABOUT THESE SOCKS

HAVE HEARD REALLY GOOD THINGS ABOUT THESE LULULEMON DUPES

LILY IS NOT FOR EVERYONE, BUT IF YOU’RE ONE OF THE SOMEONES

THE PRETTIEST RASHGUARDS (COMES IN MINI SIZES!)

A couple of scores for children, too: this tennis dress (or this one!), Lacoste shorts for boys, this tipped polo, this tennis skirt, and this sunscreen (consistently the highest ranked for little ones). Also — check out the sale selection at CPC for lots of country club-appropriate attire.

P.S. A love note to Mr. Magpie.

P.P.S. What to wear while nursing.

P.P.P.S. Are you reading along with June’s Magpie book club pick?! It’s a good one (and blessedly short — more books need to be under 200 pages).

I wrote not long ago about the dissolution of a friendship. There were no dramatic fights or terse stand-offs or regrettable words. There was no central “conflict” — no climax. I sometimes feel the gradual ebbing and decline of what had once been a deeply meaningful relationship in my life was more excruciating than a lashing-out might have been. But maybe this is the way of adult friendships. To pocket a phrase from T.S. Eliot: “This is the way the world [or the friendships that make it go round] ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.”

I spent stretches of days unpacking what had changed and whether I was to blame. I once missed my subway stop, too deeply engrossed in thinking through why I found myself recoiling and withdrawing from our conversations more often than not. I spent a string of several afternoons verbalizing my angst to my sister, who would sit, perched in the blue armchair of my living room, and nod with empathy.

At some point, she articulated a permutation of a lesson I’d pocketed from Lee Radziwill not long ago, but since forgotten:

“Do you feel like she adds to your life or subtracts from it?”

I saw, in the end, against my best wishes, a minus sign. I felt guilty thinking that–but there it was. Net-net, I felt less than, depleted in our interactions.

I am equally to blame in the ending of this relationship. I have changed in the last two years, substantively. I can see it in my own writing, the tenor and sweep of it so different from a few years back. Writing is a bizarre litmus to be sure, but this blog has held up a mirror to my transformation into — into what? It’s too reductive to say a mother, too facile to say a middle-aged woman. (Am I middle-aged?) But I find myself more serious, more measured, more drawn to the things that matter. I am more guarded, more jaded, more conscientious. And though I have always worn my heart on my sleeve, motherhood and aging and the failures and frustrations I carry with me and oh! the weight of things has left me increasingly tender at the bone. Just last night, Mr. Magpie missed mini’s bedtime by ten minutes, caught up in a board meeting. As I marched through our nightly routine solo, I felt his absence as though it were a thing corporeal. I helped mini onto her stool to brush her teeth: “No, daddy do it.” Midway through story time, the noise of a neighbor unlocking her door arrested mini’s attention, and she went flying out of the room: “That daddy?” As I picked mini up to place her on our bed, pathetically parroting Mr. Magpie’s nightly “rocket ship” routine where he counts down from five and then flings her into the bed, she looked at me quizzically, with disappointment: “No, that’s Daddy.”

When he came home, I felt my eyes well up with tears as I recounted her longing for him, how integral he is to her daily routine. Beneath a borderline mawkish appreciation for my daughter’s love for her father, I felt a thick, heart-swelling layer of gratitude: how fortunate I am to have such an involved partner in parenting. How lonely it might be otherwise.

I find myself dashing off meaty observational “field notes” along these lines to my dearest friends. I wonder what they think when they see a text from this silly heart — “oh, what maudlin or saccharine thought does she have for me today?” I’m only half-joking, as I find that my innermost circle of girlfriends seek and treasure similar moments of poignancy and meaning in their own lives, and echo them back in my direction, unafraid of their emotional ballast. I value these exchanges, and the strength of their collective gaze as these women of substance negotiate, unblinkingly, with the hefty heart of life–with the things that matter.

And so I may have a trimmer circlet of close friends these days. And I may find myself increasingly drawn to women who are willing to go there with me — to talk about the scary and hard and almost-don’t-want-to-say-it-out-loud things, like aging parents and the ailments of our children and the fears we carry about ourselves and our relationships and our abilities. And so I may be more inclined to bare my soul and have a cry than a 20-something Jen would have appreciated, back when I spent more time lingering over aspirations and distractions simply because I was not as deeply aware of the extent of my blessings, or the fragility of their presence.

This is me, on the eve of turning thirty-five: embracing the things and people that matter, letting the rest fall away.

Post-Scripts.

+Testing a new Molton Brown scent for body wash — the fiery pink pepper. Love it. They are so good at formulating the most incredible scents and I love the way it lingers on your skin for hours and hours.

+A love note to a friend.

+Finally ordered this Sleeper linen dress after lusting after it for the last many months (although I got it in this blue hydrangea print — so very into blue these days). So elegant for summer with my Hermes oran sandals — and nursing friendly, too!

+This balloon-print pinafore is so adorable for a birthday girl. I’ve been very into pinafores with little peter pan collar blouses for mini lately.

+Been seeing this pearl-encrusted bag all over the Internet lately. So fun.

+Gifts for girlfriends.

+This chic maternity jumpsuit was restocked. I was eyeing it for most of the last two months of my pregnancy in the hopes it’d be available in my size! Love it. (Note: Hatch runs really big.)

+This Staud bag was THE bag last summer and I still find it incredibly chic — now 50% off!

+OK, I promise I’ll cease with the deluge of headbands (are you sick of this trend?), but this $18 gingham style is super cute in the beige colorway in particular — and such a good hack for a tired mom with limited time to shower/blow-dry/make herself feel pulled together.

+Love this embroidered tunic top.

+An easy, affordable gingham wrap dress.

+These pacifier clips I featured in a recent post were very popular — also check out their chic monogrammed burp cloths (also love this print).

+I love the simple styling and puff sleeves of this decently-priced everyday top. Cute under white overalls or with white skinnies.

+I’ve mentioned this in the past, but we have these gingham blackout shades in mini’s nursery (in pink) and I can’t believe how long I waited to install them. They instantly extended mini’s nightly sleeptime — she used to wake up at 5:30 and, ever since these have been in place, she nearly always sleeps until 7 or 7:30.

+Another dreamy caftan on my lust-list. I love the rich blue color and easy shape — and the buttons mean it belongs in my nursing-friendly roundup, too.

On days where you are short on time, what are your must-haves for a quick makeup application?

Here are my top five must-have cosmetics at the moment:

1 // Tinted Moisturizer: Chantecaille Just Skin Tinted Moisturizer in bliss.

2 // Concealer: Cle de Peau concealer in ivory. (Homechild has dark under-eye circles. Concealer is a non-negotiable.)

3 // Bronzer: Guerlain bronzing powder in 03. If I must choose, I’d opt for bronzer over blush, though I usually layer both. I love this Guerlain formula. It goes on very naturally and is less about achieving a sunkissed look than it is about achieving a kind of healthy balance with my complexion — I apply it on my cheekbones, the tip of my nose, and along my hairline. Also, one palette lasts a REALLY long time; the formula is excellent and I’ve never had an issue with the bronzer cracking and dissolving everywhere, which seemed to happen consistently back when I was a Nars Laguna girl.

4 // Mascara: It Cosmetics Superhero Mascara. I freaking love this mascara. I was a Diorshow gal for about a decade, but I’ve fully converted to this formula. It’s thick, goopy, dramatic, and yet I feel as though it separates the lashes. I love a dramatic lashline. The only mascara I’ve ever found that makes me feel like I’m wearing false lashes.

5 // Lip Color: Fresh lip treatment in sugar rose. Just the best. Moisturizing and deposits the lightest slick of tint-enhancing color.

The above are MUSTS on a daily basis. Three other products I use most days aside the above: Smashbox Always Sharp Eyeliner (the easiest eyeliner to apply — I usually wear it in brown for daytime, which somehow brings out the blue in my eyes), Chantecaille HD Perfecting Powder (this stuff is pure magic: you literally cannot see it when it’s on, but it balances and glow-ifies (???) your skin), and RMS Living Luminizer, a clear balm that adds just the right amount of glimmer and glow to your skin.

For skincare, my current regimen, which I’ve been perfecting for the last two years and am extremely pleased with (and I apply the products in this order):

1 // Cleanser: Tata Harper Regenerating Skin Cleanser. Gently exfoliates and smells like a fresh squeezed grapefruit. So refreshing and toning.

2 // Serum: Vintner’s Daughter Active Botanical Serum. Smells like a heady bouquet of flowers and brings life to my skin — it has completely evened out my complexion. An amazing product.

3 // Eye cream: It Cosmetics Bye Bye Undereye Brightening Cream. I’m constantly playing around with eye creams. I’m into this one at the moment — it has a kind of whipped consistency, glides into the skin, and does actually brighten the undereye area. I alternate between more affordable eye creams (also love Ole Henriksen’s Banana Bright Eye Cream in this category) and La Mer’s eye concentrate. I go in and out of seasons of being adamant about using La Mer and wanting to test more wallet-friendly formulas.

4 // SPF: La Roche Posay Ultra-Light Mineral Sunscreen Fluid. Virtually scentless, glides on, and offers incredible protection. Easy to layer under other products and leaves no white residue!

5 // Moisturizer: Belif The True Cream Aqua Bomb. As with eye cream, I tend to vacillate between La Mer and more affordable versions when it comes to moisturizers. I fell hard for Belif’s formula this winter when my skin was super-dry: it boasts a gel-like consistency that seriously hydrates skin.

I will also usually spritz on Caudalie’s Beauty Elixir at some point in this routine — sometimes on my just-cleaned skin, sometimes after I’ve applied my makeup.

What about you? Share your top fives pls and thank you — I always get good recommendations on beauty products from my Magpie Tribe.

P.S. A lot of these products are permanently showcased in my “Best of Everything: Beauty” roundup. And, ICYMI: my favorite beauty products under $50.

P.P.S. I still stand by my love of all of the products listed here, with the possible upgrade of my handheld steamer to the Rowenta I bought earlier this year. I still think the Joy Mangano one is an excellent, inexpensive pick and easy to travel with/use, but I did find that the interior molded and eventually it just puttered out. The Rowenta is more powerful and better-made, but then there’s the tradeoff of price. Both are good picks!

P.P.P.S. My favorite sleepwear for children.

Just old, anticipatory me over here, already eagerly mapping out plans for the next big holiday. Memorial Day is kind of a wash because…BABY! — so I’ve already been plotting outfits for the Fourth of July, when we’ll be staying in East Hampton for a full week (!) with our best friends and my sister and brother-in-law. I’ll do a more complete post on my vacation wardrobe at some point, though it may be a bit disappointing for those of you not in the throes of nursing. (For those of you in my cart: some thoughts on what to wear while breastfeeding here. Incidentally, this was the most popular top I featured in the roundup and would be a great pick for FOJ festivities, paired with white skinnies!)

THIS EPIC LA DOUBLE J DRESS (ON SERIOUS SALE)

THIS KNIT SANDRO DRESS (ON SALE!)

THIS RED/WHITE/BLUE STAUD BAG (ON SALE!!!)

A CHIC LOOSE-FIT, TIERED DRESS ($128! PERFECT BEACH LEWK)

THIS STUNNING WHITE EYELET SKIRT (LOOKS LIKE SALONI, ONLY $60!)

A CHERRY-PRINT SHIRTDRESS (HOW DID I MISS THIS IN MY FRUIT ROUNDUP?)

LUSTING AFTER THIS SUNHAT

THIS BOW-SHOULDERED, RIBBON-TRIMMED DRESS (MY FRONT-RUNNER!)

GINGHAM FLATS TRANSFORM ANY LWD INTO A FOJ DRESS!

THIS FLOATY DOEN

AN EASY, FORGIVING, DRAMATIC CAFTAN IN RED OR BLUE (I OWN THIS AND INTEND TO WEAR IT ALL SUMMER LONG)

THIS ONE-PIECE (I OWN THIS IN A DIFFERENT COLORWAY AND IT IS SO FLATTERING! — ON SALE FOR ONLY $50?!; MORE SIZES HERE FOR $62)

THESE STRIPED HEELS!!!!

THIS BREEZY, TIERED MAXI

Fourth of July Looks for Little Girls.

THIS SWEET BASKET TO TOTE TREASURES

THIS WHIMSICAL FOURTH OF JULY SWIMSUIT OR THIS AFFORDABLE STEAL

THIS EMBROIDERED CAFTAN DRESS

THIS SAILBOAT PRINT DRESS (CAN COORDINATE WITH BROTHER OR SISTER!)

THIS SWEET SWISS-DOT SET

I ALREADY ORDERED MINI THIS SWEET SET (BROTHER CAN MATCH WITH THIS, BUT MICRO WILL BE TOO SMALL TO WEAR EVEN A SIZE 3M!)

THIS PRECIOUS CHERRY-PRINT DRESS

Fourth of July Looks for Little Boys.

THIS FIRECRACKER ROMPER (!!)

THIS SAILBOAT BUBBLE (NOT OVER THE TOP RED/WHITE/BLUE BUT NAUTICAL)

THESE STRIPED OVERALLS

THIS PATRIOTIC BUBBLE (AVAILABLE IN ITTY BITTY SIZES!)

Also, for a coordinating (but not matching) family vibe: this dress for mama (love those bows!), these shorts (on sale!) for dad, this for mini (she already owns this dress), these for micro (or these for older boys).

More matching family looks here, if you’re on the hunt.

P.S. For festive cupcakes, for picnics/beach sprawls, and for rose-drinking in the backyard.

P.P.S. More backyard decor to spruce up for Fourth of July festivities!

P.P.P.S. Vacation style for children and the best baby travel gear.

My Latest Snag: The LAFCO Peony Candle.

I just switched up our candle game to test the LAFCO Duchess Peony candle for spring/summer. I am late to the game with this brand but I love (!) that they market their candles by room — so clever and evocative. A few of my other favorite warm weather candles:

+Seda Japanese Quince (very strongly fragranced of summer fruits and florals, which I like — a little goes a long way);

+Swedish Dream Sea Salt Candle;

+Tocca Cleopatra (grapefruit) or Montauk (sea salt and cucumber) candle;

+Fresh Life candle (citrus and…sunshine? fresh air? so clean!)

You’re Sooooo Popular: The Woven Slides.

The most popular items on the blog this week:

+These woven slides.

+My go-to caftan. I wear these CONSTANTLY. And it’s on sale (at least, as of the time of writing this…but selling quickly!)

+This maternity and nursing button-down.

+The chicest caftan for a mini. (SZ Blockprints just launched a couple of children’s pieces in collaboration with J. Crew, including this adorable caftan!)

+My chic, under-$100 botanical print dress!

+My favorite dramatic bow-topped slides (on sale!!!)

+An easy-to-wear striped dress appropriate for literally any occasion.

+Mini’s toddler table (love the styling and size).

+A super chic summer bag in the punchiest yellow color.

+These floral print sneaks for minis.

+This entire roundup of Memorial Day sales has been very popular, too!

#Turbothot: A Letter to a Late Wife on Mother’s Day.

This letter from a husband to his late wife left me weeping. My favorite bit was when he sketched a specific memory:

“There was dinner one night at Rose Café and another at Gjelina. It was chilly that night after dinner, and we stopped at Salt & Straw for ice cream, and there was a guy working there from Brooklyn. It felt magical walking home with you—arms wrapped around me with your head resting on the top of my chest. Everything was happening.”

Everything was happening.

I loved the phrasing — his capture of the simultaneous nothingness and enormity of walking through life with your very best friend. It brought to mind my birthday dinner last summer, when I found Mr. Magpie reanimated after nearly year of constant stress — the way that nothing specific happened, but everything felt transformed, expansive.

But oh, the article, its heartbreak — pass the tissues.

P.S. More golden moments and looking for the little normalcies that I’ll one day miss.

Blast from the Past: Where Many Walk Alone.

We read this prayer as a family at Thanksgiving, but there’s no reason why we can’t be grateful during the dawn of summer, too:

“…That night, before the Thanksgiving dinner we’d managed to pull off in our narrow galley kitchen, its counters about a tenth the size of the ones we’d enjoyed in Chicago, Mr. Magpie offered to read the Thanksgiving prayer my father has read every Thanksgiving for as long as I can remember.  It’s written in my mother’s loopy script, photocopied so many times it’s faintly legible.  Something swelled inside.  Mr. Magpie is not a Catholic; he does not attend Mass with mini and I.  And so I recognized in this gesture the depth of his commitment to the three of us as a family unit, adopted religious traditions and all.

“For food in a world where many walk in hunger;

For faith in a world where many walk in fear;

For friends in a world where many walk alone;

We give you thanks, O Lord.”

I bowed my head as he started to read these lines, but mini started squawking and I looked up at her.  Mr. Magpie stopped after the second line, broke off abruptly.  I glanced over, wondering if he was waiting for mini to settle down before he’d proceed, and noticed instead that he was clenching and unclenching his jaw.  He cleared his throat once, then again.  Then took a breath, and read the last two lines.

I walked around the table, squeezed his shoulder.  We sat quietly for a minute, composing ourselves…”

P.S. Another prayer that has gotten us through some bumpy times.

Post-Scripts: Le Statement Blouse.

+This voluminous buttercup-yellow blouse is on sale for 50% off!

+A great hand soap for the kitchen.

+ZOMG – this skirt gives me major Saloni vibes ($60!)

+Restocked my cocktail napkin supply with summer prints: juicy lemons (Tom Collins is my go-to cocktail — I’m a gin gal) and palm fronds.

+Lusting after this Evi Grintela dress.

+One of my favorite new additions to mini’s wardrobe. I am loving Maisonette’s new house line — also eyeing this.

+I absolutely adore these 6 oz crescent juice glasses. I use them for — duh — juice (we drink fresh-squeezed orange juice every morning and during this pregnancy, I have often craved strawberry lemonade?) but, post-pregnancy, they’re my preferred drinking glass for wine and especially little glasses of cava.

+Speaking of booze — if you or your man are a cocktail lover: Mr. Magpie has been OBSESSED with this cocktail book. We have mysterious shipments of obscure liquors arriving on the regular from Astor Wine nowadays (what is cherry heering?), and I’ll often find Mr. Magpie sitting on the couch for a good fifteen or twenty minutes, debating which cocktail to make next.

+Recently fell hard for a new-to-me label, Mira Mikati. The colors are AMAZING — I’m loving this dress in particular, on sale for 50% off!

+This skirt is lovely, relaxed, elegant — love the idea of pairing it with this scoopneck.

+Just ordered micro this circle bib and mini this apron bib from new-to-me label Louelle. Mini hasn’t worn a bib in a long while but we have also recently destroyed a few pricey pieces from her wardrobe thanks to popsicles and juicy fruit, so I thought this might be a good investment for freezer treats and the like. Note: get 20% off with code SUMMER20! On the subject of bibs, I love the prints/colors on these blue bibs for micro, too.

I’ve noticed a microtrend lately: daisy prints. Florals have been big the last few seasons, but now we’re getting hyper-specific in our botanical print trends and turning to the shy simplicity of the daisy. The Gul Hurgel gown shown above (also available in a mini size…swoon!) stopped me in my tracks, and ever since then, I’ve not been able to browse the web without stopping to consider something daisy-adorned. Below, my favorite finds:

THIS $49 ORGANZA BLOUSE STEAL (!!!!)

THIS DAISY EMBROIDERED DRESS (LOVING ALL THINGS BLUE R.N.)

THIS PLAYFUL BOX CLUTCH (ON SALE)

THESE EPIC NICOLA BATHIE DROPS (MORE WICKER/RATTAN FINDS FOR SELF AND HOME HERE)

THESE CHIC LACE-UP SANDALS (YOU CAN FIND SOME OF THESE STYLES ON SALE HERE!)

THIS IS ACTUALLY A MARIGOLD PRINT BUT…CLOSE ENOUGH (AND THE COLORS ARE SO DAISY!)

THESE SMOKING SLIPPERS

THIS ULTRA-CHIC MIU MIU (LOOK FOR LESS WITH THIS)

RDR DAISY DROPS (ON SALE, FINALLY!!!)

LOVE THE AQUA COLOR OF THIS EASY-TO-WEAR JUMPSUIT (ON SALE!)

THIS TIERED RIXO

THESE AFFORDABLE LUCITE DROPS (UNDER $60)

THIS INNIKA-CHOO-ESQUE BELTED DRESS (UNDER $200)

THIS EMBROIDERED TOP (SO CHIC WITH HIGH-WAISTED PANTS OR SKIRT!)

For kicks: these cheerful paper plates.

For minis: this chambray top, these Native Shoes (just bought these for mini!), this asymmetrical dress,

For preggos: this floaty Hatch dress — perfect for a summer baby shower.

Unrelated: Serena & Lily is having a major sale (20% off everything with code SUMMERPREP) and I love this lamp, these upholstered swivel chairs (we are already planning to replace our blue club chairs when we move in the fall — they’ve pretty much been destroyed between our rowdy dog and our spill-prone toddler, and these are my top pick for a replacement, in that blue and white gingham!!!), and — of course — this stepstool, which I’ve written about dozens of times in the past. So chic and endlessly useful. (Also, the promo does not apply to sale items, but at $35/pop, these are a great pick for throw pillows for a couch in that chic sky blue or rich navy!)

P.S. A turn of phrase.

P.P.S. The thrill of the chase.

P.P.P.S. Intimacy, in all its savage abandon.

When I was growing up, my mother would sit at the dining room table every Sunday morning, clipping coupons from the circulars and planning our meals for the week accordingly. She’d then post a weekly menu on the fridge in her loopy script — “Monday, Meat Loaf; Tuesday, Tuna Casserole; Wednesday, Salmon…” (we ate as though we still lived in the 1960s for much of my childhood) — and when she fielded the inevitable whiny “What’s for dinner?”, she’d direct us to “the menu” with a knowing look, shrugging off complaints, as if to say: “Well, sorry. That’s the menu. It’s immutable. Etched in stone. It’s been handed down by God.” After mapping out our meals, she’d draw up tidy grocery lists on narrow pads of paper, organized by store aisle. Such was the impressive scope of her organizational skills–and the depth of her familiarity with our neighborhood grocery. When we’d descend upon the supermarket, shopping was an organized affair in spite of the fact that she was often accompanied by five (!) children clambering for her attention: aisle by aisle, meticulously selecting the pieces on her list, no ingredient forgotten and — usually — no last-minute add-ins permitted. The staff behind the bakery counter routinely gifted us small, flavorless butter cookies in squares of parchment paper: the highlight of these perfunctory bi-weekly excursions.

Grocery shopping with my Dad was far more eventful. I remember him lingering in the produce section, tossing big bags of not-on-sale plump cherries and pricey fruit preserves into the cart, asking for samples of exotic cheese, palming little gold tins of fruit hard candies. Even better: he almost always gave in to special requests. “Can I get these chips?” He’d glance over and nod, distracted by an exotic $7 melon. “How about these gummy worms?” “Uh, sure.”

Looking back now, I understand my mother’s seeming austerity when it came to meal-planning and grocery-shopping: it was not only a major and time-consuming part of her weekly duties (she shopped every Monday and Thursday, usually needing that second trip to refill the larder with extra gallons of milk, jugs of juice, and produce) and therefore needed to be handled with efficiency, but her approach pre-empted questions and enabled a lot of other activities in our household to run smoothly. She was able to structure her days in order to prepare whatever needed to be prepared for dinner on an appropriate timetable, whether that meant putting something in the oven two hours early or dicing vegetables in the morning so she’d have time to get the meal on the table by six in between carpool and after-school activities.

But at the time, I felt as though meals were a perfunctory, borderline saturnine component of our lives: something to be ticked off rather than enjoyed. When I lived abroad in France, I vowed to “shop like the Europeans,” picking up a fresh cheek of fish and a handful of fingerling potatoes from the farmer’s markets that cluttered the squares of Lyon — or stopping into the local supermarket for baskets of in-season cherries and wedges of emmentaler cheese with a fresh baguette. “This is how you live,” I thought, fashioning myself as a bon vivant, indulging in the delicacies of the season.

Mr. Magpie lived in this way for most of our married lives: a stop at the grocery every day or two or three to pick up whatever was needed for supper and the next couple of days. A couple yogurts, a handful of plums, some fancy seeded crackers.

It wasn’t until our move to New York and mini’s entry into toddlerhood that I found myself sloping towards my mother’s habits, understanding, for the first time, the tremendous cost- and time-savings she managed to accrue owing to her hyper-organization around meal planning. I started placing routine Instacart orders for staples every Sunday: milk, yogurt, fruit, sparkling water, butter, vegetable must-haves like lettuce and cucumber, sandwich bread. I started keeping meticulous inventory of pantry staples like Justin’s peanut butter, Bonne Maman jam, McCann’s rolled oats, and mini’s favorites snacks (freeze-dried fruits, goldfish, applesauce pouches) and ordered back-ups whenever they were discounted. And then, in the last couple of months, Mr. Magpie and I started sitting down on Saturday mornings to plan our meals for the week like two blue-hairs from the 1950s. We poke fun at ourselves for this, but I can’t explain the amount of undue stress it has removed from our lives. You see, Mr. Magpie is a foodie. I could probably get by with a last-minute omelette or a clean-out-the-fridge salad and hunk of bread for most dinners. But Mr. Magpie needs a well-rounded meal — protein, veg, starch — and he likes variety over the course of a week. Most of our meal planning touches upon which protein we should have (“but we just had chicken last night!”) and how to vary the cuisine (“too much Mexican recently — what about some Vietnamese?”) I nurture his dietary predilections because he does more than half the cooking around here and I’m not in a position to complain, and, besides, I benefit from his varied palate. I’m not a song repeater, but when I like something, I’ll eat it every day for weeks if you let me — something that amuses and frustrates him. So he’ll sit with a stack of our favorite cookbooks in front of him and toss out ideas while I’ll call out some of our “staple dishes” until we’ve rounded out the menu for the week. We nearly always plan to make enough to have leftovers of each dish a second night so that we only cook three nights a week — unless we’re cooking seafood. Neither of us like second-day fish. And then he or I or both of us will head down to the butcher on Sunday morning after Church (we’ve noticed a precipitous decline in the quality of meat from Whole Foods in the last two years and now nearly always buy our meat from either Dickson’s Farm Stand, Eataly, or the Union Square farmer’s market) and I’ll add whatever other ingredients we need to our weekly Instacart order.

Oh, the birdsong I have heard ever since we adopted my mother’s formerly stodgy-seeming habits–especially now that we have made an effort to eat with mini at the table alongside us. I usually get dinner started (sometimes completed) while Mr. Magpie is still at work, and he’ll come home and finish things off, especially when there’s a steak to be pan-seared or a roast chicken to be carved, duties I am sure I could master but that I have always relegated to him, as master chef and man of the house. Pasta is usually under his purview, too: he’s a master at cooking it to the perfect level of al dente (P.S. — if you haven’t bought bronze-cut pasta from Afeltra, you haven’t lived; it totally changes the quality of even the most basic of pasta dishes. We buy it in bulk quantities from Eataly every time we are down in Flatiron.) and he’s gotten quite good at the art of “marrying” the sauce to the noodle by incorporating just the right amount of starchy cooking water.

Or if we’re both at home, I often handle the sides (and always the salads — I’m good at making homemade dressing) while he’ll treat the protein, as he’s particular about dry-brining and wrapping or not wrapping his meats in the fridge the night before. I can never keep up with his latest discoveries: does he like to let his pre-seasoned steaks sit on a wire rack, loosely covered in a dish cloth, or has that now been superseded by a new experiment with saran wrap? These are the intricacies of food preparation that interest me not at all, but that — I know — mark the difference between us as home cooks: he is all about detail and process, and I prefer…we’ll call it pragmatism in the kitchen, and I’m quite certain he’s a better cook than I am for it. But. If he hands me that damn Zuni book one more time with its over-fussy instructions, I might scream. Of course, the recipes always turn out flawlessly and I think, “OK, fine. Maybe he has a point.” But reading her recipes is like sparring with a really nit-picky know-it-all. “Add a decent amount of oil, but not enough to wilt the leaf. Chop the parsley finely but not too finely or you will break down the cellular…BLAH BLAH BLAH.” It’s like that scene in Forgetting Sarah Marshall when Paul Rudd is telling Jason Segel how to stand up on a surfboard: “OK, pop up. No, do less. Pop up. Do more. You gotta do more. Pop up. Do less man.”

But I digress.

The bottom line is this:

Somewhere over the course of the last six months, we have evolved into new, more disciplined and organized, versions of ourselves. A part of me wants to say that this is owing to the imminent arrival of a second child and a corresponding need to stay even more organized than before. A part of me wants to say that New York has forced this orderliness upon us, as grocery shopping is no longer as easy as jumping in a car: there are crowded supermarkets, subways to navigate, long check-out lines, empty Oatly shelves (why is New York perpetually suffering from a shortage of Oatly?), the trickiness of knowing how much you can carry home in two bags with you, the fancy footwork of making sure you schedule your Instacart order appropriately as sometimes — especially in inclement weather — they will experience a surge in orders and be unable to deliver until the following day. But most of me knows that this is part of the inevitable march of time, the slow evolution of my youthful self into a version of my mother, a coming of age, a welcoming of this new, heavy-on-the-vine season of life.

How do you plan your meals?

Post-Scripts.

+There are two items at the top of my kitchen gear wishlist: a Smeg four-slice toaster (we currently have a very good, perfectly proficient two-slice toaster but I am already finding that I am toasting things in batches for just three of us and I love the styling — but DO note that this thing is HUGE so I will need to make sure it actually fits in our next kitchen/after we move in the fall) and a Vitamix blender. We have a decent blender by Breville (actually the first kitchen appliance Mr. Magpie and I ever co-owned…one that led to quite a lot of hand-wringing TBH) but we’ve come to the conclusion that there is simply nothing as powerful as a Vitamix and any other blender is subpar. (Read reviews!) We’re in a place where we don’t use our blender enough to legitimize the purchase of a new one “just because it’s better” but…I’d love it.

+I daydream of an enormous pantry lined with utility shelving where I can stow every possible ingredient and access it with ease. One day, my friends. One day. And I will stow everything in these and these in tidy rows.

+Nothing tickles my organizational fancy more than my beloved label maker. It truly sparks joy in my soul. I actually might buy one of these for my sister — I think she’d get a kick out of it, too.

+New spring-to-summer candle scent: Lafco’s Duchess Peony. How did I not know about this elegant scent? Obsessed!

+All of my favorite kitchen gear.

+These are the best solution for food/leftover storage. They never warp or color, can be microwaved, and create an airtight seal. Also, you’re never left trying desperately to shoe-horn one side of the tupperware top onto the lip of the bowl like you are with those plastic cheapies. When we move to NY, we threw away all of our plastic tupperware and invested in a good set of these and I’m so happy we did.

+Is it embarrassing to admit that I sent Mr. Magpie a birthday wish list and among several of the items here (at the top of my wishlist: this bag), I included this Miele vacuum? I’ve mentioned my love for this vacuum about two dozen times on this blog but I really, really want to upgrade to it.

+This is a super clever solution. We use colanders but I occasionally find that the water in the base of the sink floods the basin of the colander, which is kind of gross.

+Another random thing that sparks joy in my organization-loving soul: these can organizers, which I use to stow all of our sparkling water and San Pellegrinos. Stowing the boxes in the fridge blocks out a lot of light and also tends to take up too much space. It was actually hard to find a soda can organizer that stacked, but this one does! And the lid means you can stow extra stray cans and other items on top.

+Two unnecessary items that I own and love: this ceramic berry carton (how pretty!) and this wood and marble platter, which I love to use when serving cheeseboards.

+A really good source for reasonably-priced monogram applique pillows.

+Adorable sheets for a toddler bed.

+Dying over this sweet babydoll pram.

+Did anyone else grow up with a breadbox in their home? Mr. Magpie finds this product so bizarre (and we certainly lack the counterspace for one at present), but we always kept bread in one of these. It’s meant to keep bread fresh and also — I like the fact that it keeps it all organized.

+There’s such a thing as a proper meal planning notebook?!

+Unrelated, but just ICYMI: my favorite caftan is on sale for only $60! I now own this in multiple prints/patterns and wear them alllll summer long.

+This post reminded me of my musings on adulting, part I and II.

I had a friend recently reach out to rave about her MZ Wallace tote as an everyday mom essential during the winter months — but now, what to wear during the summer, while frequenting the pool and beach? She noted that the bottom of her LL Bean tote is constantly soggy with damp bathing suits, pool toys, etc, and that she’s looking for something a bit more water-resistant. Below, my top picks:

+My first thought was one of these sporty State of Escape neoprene bags. I’ve had my eye on these for a long while. They are incredibly lightweight, have an “aqua and sand seal” that prevent too much moisture/debris from getting in, and are delightfully roomy. I like this white one. (N.B.: There are a number of dupe styles on Amazon that get decent reviews, like this and this. Could be worth considering if you’re not sold on the price of the State of Escape O.G.)

+I love my Pam Munson plaid tote and intend to use it as my beach/pool bag, as its fabric is coated in a water-resistant/wipable material. The handles make it mildly impractical if you’re running errands and holding children/hands, but if your primary purpose is to schlep stuff to the pool and park it on a chair, this would be magical. So chic! This Solid & Striped one is similar (coated vinyl fabric) but includes a shoulder strap — could be another good pick! This boxy trapeze shape is VERY on trend right now, so it’s perfect for this summer. (Same goes for this Staud, the ultimate in water -resistance given its PVC fabrication!) Still, I get that there’s always a balance between fashion-forwardness and function…

+Another thought: an affordably-priced ScoutBags tote. These are wipable, stand up on their own, and — thanks to a reasonable pricepoint — aren’t overly precious if they do wind up dirtied by the summer’s end. I have a couple of their bags in different shapes and styles and I like them for toting crap around.

+BestMadeCo is one of my secret sources for gifts for men, but they have a really nice, roomy *coated* canvas boat tote that might be worth considering. I like the minimalist styling and zip top — though note the handles; you’ll run into the same issue as you would with the Pam Munson plaid tote if you need to be hands-free while wearing it. I wonder if you could get my girl Inslee to handpaint one of these for you with your initials…

+Bargain buy: the Hinza tote. I’ve raved about these many times in the past (it actually made my list of my favorite purchases in 2018!) but they are the ultimate utility bag. I use them to stow bath gear for mini in our master bathroom, tote groceries in it (LOVE hooking this onto one of my Think King stroller hooks and shopping right into it, which I’m sure Whole Foods hates, but how are you supposed to wield a shopping cart and a stroller simultaneously in a narrow Manhattan supermarket?!), pack picnics, etc. I love that it’s structured/stands up on its own, lightweight, and very easy to clean (you can literally rinse it off in the sink). This would be a really solid pick for pool gear. (Note: other Magpie moms have written in with similar rave reviews of the Bogg Bag. Personally, I prefer the styling — and price! –of the Hinza, but this would achieve a similar effect!)

+Naghedi totes — I’ve eyed these Bottega-Veneta-esque woven bags for a long while. They are SO chic, and the woven material is damp-friendly. How fun is this sunny yellow one? Barney’s has one funky-printed one marked way down to under $70 right now!

+Parker Thatch Big Easy tote. OK, so this one is probably no better than your soggy LL Bean tote, but I am in love with the enormousness of this Mary Poppins bag, and the monogram is major! You could solve for sogginess by carrying a couple of wet/dry bags — I love these ones from PBKids (on sale!), which I’ve had monogrammed with both childrens’ names.

+Splurge pick: this Simon Miller, which is actually made of a rubberized material! Super elegant and high-end but also practical. The bottom is lined in leather, though, so you’d definitely need those wet/dry bags.

While on the topic of beachwear, a few things to note:

+Swooning over this mommy-and-me collection of sun-resistant rashguards from minnow x cover.

+Love this bow-shoulder dress as an easy breezy cover-up. And adore this dotted Ganni for the same reason.

+This voluminous Zara score looks like something from Marysia or Lisa Marie Fernandez. ORDERED.

+CHIC BEACH HAT. (Under $50.)

+In love with this floral Emilia Wickstead one-piece.

+Thinking I need this for my trip to the Hamptons. Love this shape! Will also probably snag this easy linen shirtdress tunic ($35!!!) to throw on over my go-to Marysia one-piece. (Speaking of Marysia: get their signature scalloped look for a lot less with this.)

+I have an Innika Choo similar to this one and it’s the perfect pool-to-drinks dress.

+There are still a few sizes left of this darling and affordable mommy-and-me swim duo!

P.S. More bags for everyday adventures.

P.P.S. That caftan life.

P.P.P.S. What I’m lusting after for summer.

My head is spinning with all of the incredible sales raging right now. I already did a roundup of some of my favorite Moda Operandi sale scores, but a couple of other finds you need to know about before they sell out:

MY FAVORITE SZ BLOCKPRINTS DRESS IS 40% OFF!

ORDERED THIS LINEN MAXI FROM STAUD, AND ALSO LOVE THIS STYLE

I ADORE THE CUT OF THIS SUIT (I OWN IT IN A DIFFERENT COLORWAY) — IT’S NOW UNDER $65 AND IN A GREAT FOURTH OF JULY STRIPE!

I ORDERED THIS EMILIA WICKSTEAD AS AN OPTION FOR MY BABY SHOWER BUT IT DIDN’T WORK QUITE RIGHT WITH MY 7.5-MONTH BUMP — NOW I WANT TO RE-ORDER IN MY TRUE SIZE…

THE CUTEST EMBROIDERED MAXI

I CAN’T BELIEVE THE PRICE ON THESE REBECCA DE RAVENEL EARRINGS (OR THESE)

THIS DRESS IN THE PINK AND WHITE STRIPE IS ONLY $40 WITH PROMO CODE WARMUP!

HARD TO RESIST THIS DISCOUNTED LSF

MEEEEEP! THE LEE RADZIWILL TOTE IN ON SALE!!!! (AND I LOVE A GOOD SCALLOPED EDGE…)

ONE OF MY FAVORITE SWEATERS IN CRISP NAVY

POLKA DOTTED MULES ON SALE FROM LOEFFLER RANDALL 50% OFF!

SOME OF THE MOST POPULAR SHOES I’VE EVER FEATURED ON LE BLOG — NOW $100 OFF!

THIS UBER-FLATTERING MARYSIA ONE PIECE, MARKED DOWN FROM $340 TO $135!!!

HAVE BEEN EYEING THIS FLORAL STUNNER FOR MONTHS

P.S. The thrill of the chase and what I have learned from my mother (spoiler alert: virtually everything).