SO inspired by the snap above — they look sophisticated but comfortable. Chic without trying too hard. Just the look for a mother-of-two? Below, my top picks for nailing the “new basics” look:
More Q+As! I’ve been doing a lot of these lately — feel free to email me your questions at jennifer@thefashionmagpie.com anytime.
Q: I’m a bridesmaid in a black tie wedding this October. The bride is allowing us to each choose whatever dress we like with the only parameters of long and black. She herself is very stylish and has made it clear that non-bridesmaidy dresses are welcome and encouraged (her words were “if you think it’s too high fashion- it’s not!”). I tend to gravitate towards classic looks and am hoping to find something that I could actually (actually!) wear again. Any suggestions on options that may fit the bill?
A: This was SUCH a fun bit of shopping for me to indulge — what a chic bride friend you have! The first brands that came to mind were Alice McCall, Acler, and Zimmermann. All three tend to have high-fashion silhouettes but are more reasonably priced than prestige designers. I especially love this lacy number from Alice McCall (on sale!) and think this or this from Acler would be worth buying to try on (the cuts are daring and CHIC — but it would really need to fit well so best to try on for size).
Q: I had a question for whenever you do your next reader Q & A post if you don’t mind. My daughter will be 3.5-4 months (depending when she makes her appearance) at my sisters wedding this summer. She is not a real flower girl given her age (aka not going down the aisle) — but she will be in the pictures as the de facto flower girl (plus my 3-year old son is the actual ring bearer). Do you have any suggestions on where to look for a dress for her (or just suggestions for actual dresses – love your taste!)? I’m having trouble finding dresses in small enough sizes that aren’t christening gowns but are pretty formal. Would like it to be mostly white, as my sister is wearing a true white gown and wouldn’t mind if it had some floral detail as my sisters veil has lace flowers appliqued to it, but that is certainly not a must.
A: Hi! How sweet is that?! Yes — I would look at both Luli & Me and Feltman Brothers. Both carry formal/traditional childrens’ wear in as small as size newborn! I like this because it features the floral/ruffle/lace that might tie in nicely with your sister’s dress (would probably remove the bonnet/hat that it comes with and replace with a big white bow headband, but that’s personal taste), this, and this. Alexandros Baby also has some of the most precious pieces I’ve ever seen in itty bitty sizes. I am swooning over this and this. And these little shoes come in the tiniest size!!!
Q: I currently use a two-year-old Goyard tote that is black on black, so more suited for fall and winter. I’ve used it year round, but it is starting to show some wear and tear and I’ve already had it repaired once. I definitely want it to last, so it needs a break!…This past September I bought a charcoal grey Celine top handle bag in Paris, and I love it, but it just isn’t going to work for most weekdays when I’m going into work and carrying snacks, full wallet, a few makeup items, etc. I’d love a grey Goyard st. louis tote..but not sure I’m looking to spend much more than $400-$800 this season, since I did just get the Celine. Would love your thoughts! just trying to avoid the classic tote style, in saddle tan, that seems safe : )
A: Hi! A couple of thoughts…
+I own and love my leather tote from Annabel Ingall. I get lots of compliments on it. I own one in a pastel pink, but she sells them in all different colors.
+I have multiple friends who own and adore their Mansur Gavriel totes. I like they they come lined in fun colors. I like the sophisticated and simple styling of this white, tall tote in particular.
+I also own and get a lot of wear out of my monogrammed Parker Thatch tote. May be a bit too casual for work — not sure? — but I adore it.
+At the top of my personal lust list? A TB Lee Radziwill bag. So fun in this splashy yellow color!
+Get the Goyard look for less with one of these Barrington bags. People rave about them! You can customize with all different prints, leather options, monogram options, stripes, etc.
+Finally — I’ve had a couple of friends buy Wandler bags, a lesser known label with sleek styling. They might be a touch more than you want to spend but also very stylish!
Q: How has this pregnancy differed from your last? Planning to try for baby two soon but feeling anxious.
A: So exciting for you! In some ways, I have felt similarly in both pregnancies, and I captured some of the wistful-anxious-excited emotions I’ve been feeling earlier this year. The biggest difference is that I am hugely distracted this go around thanks to mini; time has flown. I am shocked that I am now seven months along! (When did that happen?) I remember crying to Mr. Magpie on many occasions during mini’s pregnancy at how slowly time was moving — “I just want her to be here!” and “I can’t make it through another few months of this!” I was so nervous in the face of the unknown. This go around, I don’t have the time or mental energy to linger over every twinge and movement the way I did when I was pregnant with mini, and I’m constantly shocked at the milestones I’m hitting. With mini, I was also a lot more uncomfortable, I think due to her positioning. I had what has been referred to as “lightening crotch,” where the baby’s head or foot or something is constantly hitting a nerve and causing this sharp, shooting pain throughout your lower abdomen. It was really uncomfortable for weeks and weeks. This go around, I’ve had little to contend with; sometimes I have honestly forgotten I am pregnant if you can believe that, though micro is a lot more active than I remember mini being. I feel as though he’s moving around every minute of the day, and so I find myself absently aware of him for long portions of the day.
All that said, almost like clockwork, last week (i.e., on the eve of my third trimester), I started to find myself beleaguered with a host of minor though annoying aches and pains throughout the day — back aches, sudden twinges, painful kicks to the ribs, Braxton Hicks. I discovered I couldn’t keep pace with Mr. Magpie while we were walking to date night and had to ask him to slow down as I thumped behind him. All the telltale signs of the third trimester. And now I’m wondering if I’ll be moving into that “please just let him get here” frame of mind!
More on this pregnancy here, and on my hospital bag here (read the reader comments for more tips!!!)
Q: I’m looking for a dress to wear to a semi-formal wedding in Santa Barbara in May. The 2pm ceremony is at a Catholic church (the same one Hayley Bloom got married in!) and the reception is at the family’s home. What would you suggest? I feel like a Brock dress would be perfect, but I don’t want to spend quite that much. Something under $500.
A: GIRL! You are speaking my language! I love the Brock Collection vibe. A couple of finds that are more reasonably priced that might fit the bill:
+A touch over your budget, but I am legitimately dying over this Alice McCall beauty. Swoon!! Everything I love right now. A dramatic sleeve, a midi length, an uber-feminine floral.
+In love with the haute couture shapes from new-ish label Acler. I’m smitten with this dress in particular. (On sale for under $200!)
+Anything from LoveShackFancy…I own and love this dress in a different print.
+Not floral, but this is a major moment. Love the romantic, drape-y, floaty style. The robin’s egg blue gives me Grace Kelly vibes.
Q: How do you care for mini’s clothing? I feel like all I do is laundry while dressing my children like British royalty. Help!
A: The truth is that I spend a lot of time laundering and ironing mini’s clothes and haven’t found any incredible shortcuts. Maybe my approach will change with baby two…HA! For now, I machine wash EVERYTHING, even cashmere and wool, which I launder on a gentle cycle with The Laundress’ Wool and Cashmere Shampoo. Then I lay the items flat on towels to dry so that they keep their shape. For her “party dresses,” I will wash and then tumble dry low and remove before they are over-dry, then use my iron to press them. In a pinch, I’ll use my steamer or Crease Release, but I’ve found nothing works as well as a hot iron and sometimes even some spray starch when I’m going for a big moment. (Classic Niagara spray is far and away the best I’ve used. I’ve tried other “fancier” brands but nothing works like Niagara for that ultra-crisp edge.) While on the topic of ironing, I have to say that my Rowenta iron is one of the best investments I’ve made in the past few years. I used to feel like ironing was a waste of time because things never turned out the way I thought they would. I even spent time googling “how to iron,” thinking the results were attributable to user error. Then I upgraded to this Rowenta iron and the results were incredible — dare I say, professional grade? Finally — and this isn’t rocket science — but I try to do all ironing one afternoon of the week if at all possible, while the nanny is here, and I’ll put on a TV show while doing so, so it’s kind of a little treat for me.
Q: Where is mini’s monogrammed puddle jumper cover from in your Instagram photo???
Q: What is that white-pink nail polish color you’ve been wearing in your most recent Instagram stories?
A: It’s the gel version of OPI’s Lisbon Wants Moor! I love it. Going to get it again before micro is born for sure — it’s the perfect everyday neutral!
Q: Remind me where your Goyard phone case is from?
A: Here! If you’re looking for more trendy cases, check out Minnie & Emma. I am drawn to their tie dye…duh.
*Sketch above my insanely talented and lovely inside-and-out friend Inslee Fariss, whom I’ve profiled here, and who attends our monthly in-person Magpie book clubs, in case you ever want to meet this talented artist in the flesh. (Email me if you want in!)
On New Year’s Day, Mr. Magpie marched down to the barber and buzzed his head. I mentioned this recently, in a different context — one focused on intimacy, in all its savage abandon — but hanging just off stage, behind the curtains, was a glowing surge of pride. Let me first pre-emptively beg your forgiveness, Mr. Magpie, for sharing this bit of private information, but here it is: Mr. Magpie was balding. He had grappled with whether or not to buzz his head for the better part of two years. And he is not a vain kind of guy. Well-groomed and well-dressed, yes, but not the sort to primp his hair for thirty minutes or dab concealer under his eyes. He has one of those frustratingly simple man routines: get in shower, shampoo, scrub body, get out of shower, throw on deodorant, and go. Done in three minutes. He is appealingly and maddeningly unfussy, depending on which mood I am in. (I take a good hour to get ready, from shower to spritz of perfume. Nowadays, that hour is often fractured: shower at night, makeup in the morning, a quick curling iron or straightening iron when I have time, all dotted through with quick and nervous glances over my shoulder to ensure mini hasn’t tossed the entire toilet paper roll down the toilet.)
But — he would confide in me about his hair.
“Should I buzz it?” he’d ask, running his fingers through his hair, peering at himself in the mirror above my writing desk.
We ran through this conversation every week or two, looked at pictures of celebrities with good short hair, and then, towards the end of 2018, I finally snapped: “Landon — I don’t know. Do it and if you don’t like it, it will grow back. Or don’t do it and wait until you feel ready.”
I regretted my impatient reply immediately. I could see, as I glanced up from the pile of laundry I was folding, that this internal debate of his outsized its trappings. It wasn’t just vanity. It was a grappling with time, with age. It was a reconciling of the Landon he conjured when he thought of himself and the Landon he was becoming. It was pre-kids Landon and post-kids Landon. Pre-business Landon and post-business Landon. Pre-home-ownership Landon and post-home-ownership Landon. The Landon of our youth and the Landon of our middle age.
When he left on New Year’s Day, I felt a lump form in the back of my throat. I waved it off, distracted myself with mini, threw out a cavalier “Good luck!” for good measure. But as the key turned in the lock and he poked his head into our foyer, searching my face for a reaction about thirty minutes later, I burst into tears. Tears!
“Oh!” I said, forcing a smile onto my face, pretending I wasn’t crying, “Oh, you look so handsome.” And he did. Truly. Somehow he’d lost five years in the shearing of his hair. He looked athletic, strong. I noticed in a way I hadn’t in years the hazel of his eyes, the breadth of his smile, and the squaring of his chin. But there was something about his searching eyes, anxious for my reaction, that gutted me. And there was something else — something about his mild heroism (yes, heroism!) in accommodating the effects of age that wrung my heart. He had been agonizing over whether or not he was ready to accept that he has become a 36-year-old father-to-two (almost!) and wife-to-one with thinning hair and an aging body, and, all on his own, he set out to accept — celebrate! — that transition head-on as the calendar year turned.
“I’m just — I know it was hard –” I stammered to explain as I swiped at the tears on my cheeks.
He laughed at my histrionics but wrapped me in a bear hug all the same.
“I’m proud of you,” I finished. He nodded.
He’s since come to strut around town with his new ‘do, as he’s been overwhelmed by its positive reception. My mother, two of my sisters, and countless friends and colleagues have swooned over it. He looks more styled and sophisticated. (For reference, it looks kind of like Matt Lauer’s hair — and I know Matt Lauer isn’t a shining point of reference given his pattern of sexual harrassment, but he’s still got a handsome hairdo.) And now it feels like a decision that could have been made years ago, without as much hand-wringing.
I’ve been on the fence about what to do with my own hair for the past few months. I went really blond last summer and then decided I wanted to return to something closer to my natural brunette and so I’ve been gradually darkening it, lazily waiting until the very last minute before touching things up between coloring sessions. I study my roots constantly. I am shocked to find that I have no gray — yet. But I have been grappling with the balance of my age and my hairstyle nonetheless. I’ve worn my hair in a long bob for the last five years, but have felt an itch to grow it longer more recently — maybe for the last time in my life, I tell myself. (Isn’t there a point at which long hair looks inappropriate on an older woman? Or no? Jen Aniston seems to rock long locks, but…she’s Jen Aniston.) And I love being blond — it’s so fun! — but a part of me wants to return to my darker roots, to its natural and easy companionship with my complexion. And I wonder how much longer I will have the opportunity to wear my hair au naturale before gray rains on the party and forces my hand. Or will it? Could I be a salt-and-pepper woman? Could I look chic in gray? Or am I dyed-til-I-die type?
I will sheepishly admit that these considerations have consumed hours of my attention in the weeks since Mr. Magpie buzzed his head. I have scrolled through endless photos on Pinterest of various permutations of cut, color, and style. I have pondered my aging face in the mirror, imagining what it might look like next to a long, wavy chestnut do, or a short and blunt blond, or a shoulder-length wavy caramel, or a sleek gray bob. These are vanity sessions to be sure, but they are also reconciliations with realities that are not far afield. They are conversations with age, with the shortening span of life ahead of me. They are, in the truest sense, a coming of age.
How have you come to terms with your age through your hairstyle?
Post Scripts.
+I shared a lot of my favorite hair care products here (including the round brush Gisele uses to get those amazing, bouncy waves), but recent favorites include Ouai’s Leave-In Conditioner (so, so good during these dry winter months and while I’m still actively coloring my hair! Bonus: it smells like heaven), Christophe Robin’s Volumizing Paste (WUNDERPRODUCT — so weird to use, but it seriously works; the most volume I’ve ever seen in my hair, AND it comes in a mini size, linked here, just in case you want to test before you invest), and DryBar’s clarifying charcoal shampoo, which leaves my hair feeling super clean. I used it while in FL to get rid of the chlorine and sunscreen and sweat and all that jazz.
+I have turned countless friends and readers onto these Drybar hair sectioning clips. They have been almost indestructible — like little Tonka Toy Trucks for the hair? Ha, maybe the yellow color forged that analogy a little too readily for its own good. But I’ve had my set of four clips for years and years and I use them to clip back my hair when washing my face at night and to section my hair when styling/blow-drying. I just love them.
+Another DryBar product I love: this mini travel brush. It is…perfect. I use it every day to detangle my hair after a shower and sometimes I will travel with ONLY it (no bigger brush) because it is that good at multi-tasking. My mom is equally enamored of hers.
+Still love these for holding my hair back (or, when I’m feeling extra, these), though there is a voluble and loyal contingent of Teletie-lovers that have been a bit hard to ignore of late. People say these are like invisibobbles on steroids — just, better in every way.
+New designer alert: Stine Goya. I am seriously into this label. Love this and this. This current season has a decidedly 70s bent to it — not usually a decade I gravitate towards — but I love the way its prints work with high-fashion silhouettes. Super cool!
+I can never have too many frothy white blouses. Love this one. Incidentally, would look adorable with a lot of the hair accessories listed above!
+I recently read that Le Labo’s Santal 33 is one of those magical, mythical scents with its own cult following, kind of like Chanel No. 5 — does anyone wear this?! (I’d heard similar hype about Byredo’s Gypsy Water and it was not off-point. I literally ordered it without smelling it first, if you can believe that!) I might do the same with Santal 33. Love messing around with new scents, and appreciate one that comes in a solid form for travel/dabbing onto my wrists while out and about.
Urgent post because OMG. This Melissa & Doug puffy sticker set is the best $5 I’ve spent in a long, long while. I whipped it out while on our flight down to Florida and she was ecstatic. It kept her busy for nearly half (!!!) of the three-hour flight and then for multiple hours every day since. Yes, multiple hours every day since. In the words of Jonathan Van Ness: can you believe?! (N.B.: The set is technically for children three and older as it includes small puffy stickers, but, while supervised, it gave me no pause. She doesn’t put things in her mouth anymore, but I’d keep an eye on your child just to make sure.) I already added this one to my cart as a gift for her upcoming second birthday.
Other hits on the trip: this Minnie Play-Doh set, this Doodle Pro (she loves loves love this and though she could not at first figure out how to erase the board on her own, she’s since learned and will draw on this for long stretches of time), this coloring book (she adores Woody and all the Toy Story movies, and Mr. Magpie and I actually just decided to have micro’s gift to her be this talking Woody doll! She’s going to FLIP!), and Hop on Pop. I’d not given her any Dr. Seuss books, primarily because I did not grow up with his work, and Mr. Magpie one day asked, “Why no Seuss?!” My mother — perhaps idiosyncratically — felt that Dr. Seuss books were confusing to little children because, while inventive, they tend to include jibberish words, and children are already hard enough at work in learning English. I don’t pretend to understand the nuances of this and don’t mean to put it down as fact, but that was her reasoning and I’ve inherited it. Mini loved Hop on Pop though, and I appreciate the book’s emphasis on prepositions! (More of our favorite books here. I should probably update this now that she’s nearly two. Three of her current favorites are Madeline, If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, and Drum Dream Girl. I’m consistently astounded by how patient she is in sitting through increasingly long books! Drum Dream Girl is a fantastic girl empowerment book with poetic, lyrical language, and I like that a few of the pages force you to turn the book sideways. All kinds of cool disruptions in that book! I have a bone to pick with If You Give a Mouse a Cookie, though. I’m probably taking this way too seriously, but isn’t the message annoying? Like, if someone asks for something, they’ll probably take advantage of you? A bit bleak if you ask me.)
Three and a half stars. Upon first completing the book, I would have given this book a solid four stars, but then I read some of the after matter and have to admit that I revised my score — more on that to come.
On first reading, I was drawn to the novel’s terse poetry and found the author’s occupation of the mind and voice of a fourteen-year-old boy from a culture so different from my own artful, instructive, and compelling. It reminded me, in texture and voice, of narration at the hands of a young Junot Diaz. And you should know that — while a reluctant one — I am a massive fan of Diaz’s, so this is meant as a meaty compliment.
At its simplest, this is a bildungsroman gone right. A young boy born with a rare brain condition defies the odds and overcomes bullying and cultural divides as he grows up and comes into his own. The book is at once optimistic about transcending such barriers and deadly serious about the many intransigent problems that have plagued the Native American community for generations. I found the parts in which Junior travels to a neighboring town to attend a better school among the wealthier whites especially fascinating. These episodes read almost like “passing narratives” (a literary subgenre in which characters claim a racial or ethnic identity that is not their own), where Junior grapples with the norms and expectations of his white classmates and at one point comments that “I was half Indian in one place and half white in the other.” As he travels between towns, he notes that he “always felt like a stranger.” The backdrop of this racial and cultural no-man’s-land sophisticates an otherwise run-of-the-mill tale of teenage identity formation. The feeling of dislocation, the longing for community and belonging, and the desire to be accepted that haunt nearly every teen the world over are profoundly amplified in this racially heightened context. Against it, Alexie deftly points to the instability and performance of cultural and personal identity and provokes us to think about the various official and unofficial ways in which we think about Native American vs. White, Reservations vs. Not, etc.
Alexie’s inclusion of comic sketches in the book and the metafictional winks we get every now and then (i.e., when Junior is saying something notably immature, the province of a teenage mind and nothing more, and we understand that we are meant to heave a sigh and say “oh, teenagers”) further contribute to the feeling of fluidity in the novel. These tactics generate cognitive dissonance where we are reading through the eyes of a fourteen year old boy but also laughing along with the author as he offers us the space to dismiss some of his immature observations as — well, teenage boy stuff. And the comic strips interrupt the textual flow, reminding us continuously that we are reading and looking — that is, we are constantly forced to consider the medium we are consuming and evaluating our own position in relation to the text. I don’t mean to get too heavy-handed/theoretical here, but this is sophisticated stuff. Alexie is creating narrative and textual instabilities and blurrings that mirror the kind of identity shape-shifting going on in the character himself.
But then I read the after matter and my impression of the book changed. In it, Alexie writes a note to the audience in a voice that sounds markedly similar to the voice of fourteen-year-old Junior — the same slouchy, informal slang and mildly irreverent tone. I was taken aback. But — so — that wasn’t a deft performance of a fourteen year old? That’s just…Alexie’s voice? Hm. I take back some of the accolades. Then, Alexie goes on to explain that the character of Rowdy was adapted from his real-life best friend, Randy, who was killed in a car accident not long after the book was published and whom he eulogized. Alexie notes that while he spoke “off the cuff” at the funeral, he thought he’d try his hand at sharing what he said and then re-prints a version of his remarks. I was so offput by all of this that I found this section hard to read. First — it felt like a horrible infringement on Randy and his family. Second — it seemed bizarrely self-congratulating that he delivered this eulogy “off the cuff” but then managed to capture it in writing afterward (and it was lengthy, and he makes sure to gesture in the text to when the audience laughed). What’s worse: the eulogy itself is more about Alexie than it is about Randy. He uses it to call out his former bullies, talk about what the friendship meant to him, and so on. I was honestly appalled. So much of the tender-heartedness I had felt towards the book and its characters evaporated as I realized that much of Junior’s story was Alexie’s own memoir, and he doesn’t seem to be a particularly empathy-rousing person in real life if we can use this social gaffe of reprinting a self-aggrandizing eulogy as an example.
Add to this the controversy over the many alleged cases of sexual harassment he is currently facing and — well. I can’t say I left the book on as positive a note as I’d have liked to.
This has been an interesting exercise for me because I have long thought of myself as a close reading scholar — a textualist. Historical and biographical contexts matter, yes, but the text reigns supreme. I have always enjoyed close analysis of the language, narrative design, and various literary techniques deployed in a given text and have used those tools to unpack meaning, occasionally dipping into history or biography to amplify observations. Here is a case where the context of a book dismantled and interrupted my text-centric interpretation of the book and left me with a sour taste in my mouth. I don’t quite know how to feel about it. How do we separate author from text? Can we? Can we appreciate the work of, say, Hemingway, even though we know he was not a “nice man” and that he cheated on his doting wife? Or do we evaluate art on multiple levels, possibly appreciating an aesthetic or a theme but rejecting it nonetheless because its creator was embroiled in scandal and sin?
It’s tough for me. I’ve always felt uneasy “scoring” art based on the merits of the artists behind it. It’s a slippery slope, and easier, in some ways, to just look at the text or canvas and draw what you wish from it.
But then…
Alexie. Ugh.
Tell me your thoughts!
March Book Club Pick: Delia Owens’ Where the Crawdads Sing.
OK, I was reluctant to select this book because it’s so right now and buzzy, but I did read it last month and I had to toss it into the mix as a counterpoint/foil to both Madeline Miller’s Circe and Lauren Groff’s Florida, earlier Magpie Book Club picks. Further, so many of you have written to ask for my opinion on it and commented on how much you have enjoyed it, so I thought — why not?!
I’m drawn to a couple of things about this book. I won’t spoil it for everyone by diving too deep here (will publish a full review in March), but some of the themes I found most stirring were: geography, the alternating conflict and consensus between man and nature, exile, and identity. There are so many interesting observations to be made on all of these fronts when stringing these three books (Circe, Florida, and Crawdads) together. Written within about a year of each other, what do these three narratives tell us about the position of women in society today?
For those local to New York: let’s plan to meet on Monday, March 25th to discuss. I will send out my usual email requesting RSVPs soon!
More Book Club Picks.
+Had a lot of positive feedback on this post; start here.
+About to read this at the request of my husband, who LOVED this memoir, but this is next on my list for serious reading after several book club members went insane over it, and this is my next pick for a brain vacation.
+Now that Circe is a few months behind me, I’m inclined to try Ursula Le Guin’s Lavinia, another retelling of a classic from a female perspective. People rave about Le Guin! I’m intrigued.
Post-Scripts.
+Not usually a huge fan of athleisure/athletics-wear but HOW COOL would you feel wearing this Marant sweatshirt?! Like, I’m shivering from afar imagining how hip I’d feel. Must be worn with GG sneaks or Vejas.
+Tory Burch just released her borderline iconic lettuce leaf print china collection in the sweetest pink color and I’m in love. I would absolutely adore this teapot and these salad plates.
+When we were little, my mother ordered each of my sisters and I a pink duffel bag from Lillian Vernon with our names monogrammed on the side. The night before a trip, she’d instruct us to “bring the pink bags down and put them on my desk.” And we’d line them up, diligently, because this meant she would top our bags off with little surprises and toys and candies that we were only permitted to access after the seatbelt sign had been turned off on the plane. I am confident mini needs her own pink bag now that she’s getting older. And this might be the ticket. And I might as well order this for micro.
+I own a few dusters/long cardigans that have gotten a lot of wear this pregnancy. I like to layer them over my maternity tees and leggings and finish with my GG sneaks for an easy everyday look. Currently lusting after this tie-dye duster situation and this colorblock Staud sweater. (Why is everything by Staud so freaking cool?)
+This tub mat is super chic and on sale. I just threw away a tub mat that was getting a little ratty and ordered this instead.
+Speaking of bathroom decor, how darling are these scallop trim hand towels (on sale!)?! I love them with the oversized monogram!
+OK, this swimsuit is SUPER cute. Looks like it’s by Lisa Marie Fernandez but currently on sale for $70!
By: Jen Shoop
My Latest Snag: The Staud Shirley Bag.
Finally pulled the trigger on this bag, which I’ve been talking about for months and months at this point. I got it in the pink. It makes me happy. And it is on sale! That is all.
I found Grace’s honest reaction to the Marie Kondo mania interesting and well-put. Though I enjoyed a few episodes of Marie’s show and put her techniques to good use at home, I also noticed — with confusion — a lot of fellow bloggers and public figures touting the Marie Kondo method as a means to clear out the old in order to make space for the new, which is in some ways the opposite of Marie’s ethos. Yes, her approach involves downsizing and sifting through belongings and trashing what we do not use, but always as a means to simplify. (What do you really need and enjoy?) It does not mean chucking things to replace with newer versions. (That said, sometimes simplifying entails stocking up on the appropriate storage solutions and tools. Since moving to New York, I have invested heavily in organizational solutions and I can’t tell you how much joy and order this has brought to my life. Just organizing mini’s snack pouches into pantry bins and my cosmetics into acrylic trays has given me the greatest peace of mind. But it did require investment in a ton of closet/pantry/cupboard organizers!)
I was reflecting on this the other day when I heard that Lee Radziwill had passed away. Lee was an interesting and complicated character. I’ve read a couple of biographies of Jackie O. that delve into Lee and I own the gorgeous Lee coffee table book — and, while fabulously stylish, she comes off as cold and unfeeling in many of the portraits I’ve encountered of her. But she did pass along some beautiful sentiments, one of which I captured here and another of which I will botch here: she reportedly once said something along the lines of “When I buy something, I buy it with the intent of owning it for life.”
I admire her ethos. It’s not anti-consumerist — it’s thoughtful purchasing. It reflects mindfulness when it comes to the quality and seasonality of a given piece. I can’t say I always heed the same advice. I like a statement accessory, even when I know it won’t be in vogue in a few seasons — c.f. my new Staud bag above. I enjoy the occasional trend (helloooo tie dye) and I like how I feel when I am pushing myself out of my own fashion comfort zone to embrace the new new new. But I find that as I age and have the increasing means to do so, I prefer to invest in pieces I’ll keep forever (or as long as I possibly can), especially when it comes to furniture, art, bedding, and select accessories. This doesn’t mean that everything I buy in these categories is the most expensive item on the market. In fact, we have found some exceptional pieces of art on Etsy and at thrift stores, and we managed to score an almost-good-as-new drop-leaf dining table from Room & Board on AptDeco for a song. It does mean that we often hunt for a piece for weeks and weeks before settling on one, and that even the seemingly simplest of purchases — like minimagpie’s new table and chairs, which I mentioned here — will occasionally take us days of debate before we settle on a winner. I think it comes down to intentionality and mindfulness. I’d been eyeing that Staud bag for months and months and — OK! Now I know it will bring me joy when it’s in my closet. Who cares if it’s old news in a season? I’ll still rock it. I still wear my Valentino Rockstud flats and my Chanel espadrilles, even though I’m fairly sure most people would consider them dinosaurs in the fashion world at this point.
Anyway — what are your thoughts on all of this? Are you sick and tired of hearing about “sparking joy” and Marie Kondo? Or are you still riding the bandwagon?
#Shopaholic: Things I’ve Bought with the Intent of Owning for Life.
My own Lee Radziwill guide — things I’ve purchased with the intent of owning forever (or as long as possible):
+Supergas. They last forever and look just as chic at the age of 20 as they do at the age of 80.
+Ceramic foo dogs. I just know I’ll love these forever. I had eyed them for years before I finally bought a set of my own.
+Ginger jar collection. Similar to the above, I’ve collected mine over time. I’ve inherited a few from an aunt, purchased a few from Williams-Sonoma, and snagged some inexpensive ones from Home Goods and One Kings Lane.
+Stark antelope rug. Another piece I’d eyed for, like, years. I am still in love with it to this day. (Also, the print hides a whole manner of spills/crumbs/stains…)
+LL Bean bags. I’ve accrued a collection of these over time, knowing they’ll stand me well no matter what circumstance I’m facing. I’ve used them for everything from packing picnics at Wolf Trap to beach trips with girlfriends to diaper bags and can imagine them being put to just as good use toting gear to sports practices and packing for weekend trips to the Hamptons with our children (!).
+Ralph Lauren oxford shirt. I own this in multiple colors and stripes and have worn them since prep school. Will probably continue to wear them into my 90s, God willing.
+Tweezerman tweezers. Will simply never buy another pair, unless I somehow lose these. So I chose a pair in hot pink.
+Mason Pearson brush. The best. I own this exact color and “pocket” size — I found the bigger one was too big for my hands/head!
+Hot Tools curling iron. The absolute best in my opinion. Lasts forever, too. Mine already look like they’re from the 80s or something, and I like them that way.
+Lodge cast iron skillet. Mr. Magpie inherited his from his grandmother, and it was so deliciously well-seasoned by the time it came into our possession. We already had one in a larger size; we’ll use it until we die.
+All-Clad pots and pans. We’ve slowly upgraded our entire cookware collection from the miscellaneous pieces we bought/inherited in college to a full set of these, and are still always eyeing new additions. They never warp. We also love our copper Mauviel (we have a few pieces), but they do require more upkeep/maintenance in terms of appearance than our All Clads. Copper conducts heat more evenly, though, I believe, if you’re going for precision.
I’m missing tons of things from this list, but these are some of the pieces I own that I love and use nearly every single day. (I would actually argue that many of my shoes — even the trendiest of them! — were bought with the intent of longevity.)
On a related note, I’ve been meaning to share this FOREVER, but my dear friend Alison Kenworthy (my inaugural woman of substance!) has recently launched an incredible new website in which she tours the uniquely-decorated homes of interesting people in Manhattan and beyond. I was so touched that she asked to visit me! You can see an abbreviated home tour here (scroll down to “Fashion Blogger’s NYC Apartment”). Note that I’m six months pregnant here and look kind of shapeless but how cute is my dress?! Can you believe it cost me $20?!?!? I’m wearing my Lele Sadoughi headband in the video, too.
By: Jen Shoop
I didn’t do a horrible job packing my hospital bag the first time around — I used most of what I brought with the exception of the pajamas; I didn’t have the energy or inclination to change out of my hospital robe, which was so much more convenient given all the medical stuff happening and the fact that I was struggling to figure out how to nurse mini (and therefore naked) most of the time I was there. Also, I found that nightgowns were much more appealing during recovery from a c-section as I did not want anything like a waistband close to my incision. Maybe I’ll pack a pair of jams and a nightgown this go around for either circumstance — but I’ll probably just wear the damn robe. (Less laundry to do, easy access, etc.)
I feel as though there is a lot of smugness from tenured moms when it comes to what first time moms are planning to bring to the hospital.
“Ah, you won’t need any of that,” we’ll say, knowingly, the gleam of the initiated in our eyes.
I get it. We’ve seen the other side. We are proud of our warrior status. We’ve earned that knowing look. But I have steered clear of such commentary with my first-time-mom friends, because a) every woman is different and far be it for me to deter someone from a full face of makeup post-birth! and b) the act of packing a hospital bag is more freighted than it might seem at first glance. For me, packing the hospital bag (which I did around week 30 the first time — anxious much!?) was a physical manifestation of accepting the fact that I was physically going to have a baby. It was a reckoning, in its own way — a practical step toward birth, a tangible act I could undertake to prepare for the baby. It was one of the first times throughout the entire pregnancy in which I felt some small semblance of control. “There. I’m doing something to show I’m ready,” I said to myself. “I have no idea what I’m doing in any other lane of motherhood or pregnancy, but I have packed this bag full of things I might want as I recover.”
And so, I cut women a lot of slack when it comes to the hospital bag. Let them pack three robes and forty-two pairs of socks and a full trundle of cosmetics. There’s nothing wrong with feeling prepared. (All that said, I draw the line at twinkle lights for the hospital room, which I’ve seen on some hospital bag packing lists. I just can’t imagine anyone having the energy to tack them up and can picture myself with a sheepish grin as nurses would find Mr. Magpie stringing them around my bed.)
At any rate, below, what I’m planning to bring along this go around, which I’ll probably get around to actually packing in another month:
+Nursing pajamas and a nursing nightgown (<<I LOVE THESE. The softest cotton modal. I already own this exact style in two or three prints; will probably add a new one to the repertoire. I wore them for months after baby was born. They are flattering, comfortable, practical, and hold up well in the wash.)
+Cotton bathrobe. A MUST. If you do end up only wearing the hospital robe because of a c-section or whatever, the back swings wide open. A robe gives you some privacy while walking the halls of the hospital. I like this soft cotton style (easy to toss in the wash afterward — probably best to avoid white).
+Inexpensive, high-rise granny panties. If you end up needing a c-section, you will be so happy you have these. They give you those standard issue mesh ones, which are also fine, but you’ll need these eventually and they are so soft and wonderfully high-rise.
+Nursing bras. These were my favorites in the hospital, though several of you have urged me to try these Coobies, which come in fun colors and prints (including on-trend tie-dye!) Both are pull-down styles, which I really liked in those early days. Will probably pack two.
+Laptop and extension cord. We put on old episodes of The Office while we were blearily awake in the wee hours of the morning.
+So many of you recommended this Haaka thing for capturing milk on the opposite breast while nursing on one side. GENIUS. Ordering. UPDATE WRITTEN POST-BABY: I never got the hang of using the Haaka and it just felt like one more thing to worry about, to be honest. I do have close friends who swear by it. Probably worth testing it out to see if it’s good for you since it’s not expensive!
+Lactation bars. I was glad I’d brought these! Not sure how well they worked (still had an undersupply) but they made me feel as though I was doing something and maybe they did help in a small way. Also, I was ravenously hungry at all times and these were pretty tasty in the blueberry-coconut combo. I also liked those Quaker soft oat bars; anything with oat in it is good for milk production. (And I also drank fenugreek tea, which I incidentally rather liked.)
+All my favorite cosmetics in mini sizes — I wrote about a bunch of them in yesterday’s post, but I should also underscore that I loved having my favorite shampoo and conditioner on hand, a loofah, and a bar of classic Dove soap. For some reason the smell of Dove soap is tantamount to purification in my mind, and that first shower felt and smelt like heaven to me.
+A baby book. I was able to write down all of mini’s information right in the hospital so I wouldn’t forget a thing. I think you can even have the nurses put her little footprints on one of the pages if you ask! To be honest, I fell off the wagon in terms of keeping this up-to-date, which is shameful since I only have one child to keep up with, but we started to post daily pictures of mini to a shared iPhoto album and so I feel like I’ve marked most of her milestones there. With micro, I want to remember to jot things down in the book, though! (HA, we shall see.)
+Have heard these and this are clutch for giving birth if I don’t need a c-section.
+Going home outfit: it will be late May if all goes to plan, so I’m thinking something like this loose dress and some new slides (no buckles or laces pls and thank you). I think my personal gift to myself will be a new pair of sandals for summer. I have been dangling on the ledge of buying some silver Birks for like two years but got caught up in the latest Chanel collection and am eyeing something like these or these as a gift to myself instead (last go around, my gift to myself was Gucci Princetown mules)…I’ll also pack maternity leggings and a loose-fit button down (<<own and love this) in case I’m in the mood to feel sucked-in/contained instead.
+Snacks for husband. I brought some granola bars and nuts for him last go around.
Hospital Bag Items for Baby.
+Coming-home outfit, one in size NB and one in size 0-3 months. (Mini needed preemie-sized clothes for her first week or two of life, and I ordered those immediately upon returning home, but NB will suit most babes.) I got this in size 0-3 mo and this in size newborn, and these little caps will work with either.
+Nail scissors. People say all kinds of things about baby nails — don’t fret if you’re a first time mom. This is a non-urgent thing and I don’t know why people make such a fuss about them! I was legitimately terrified of grooming her nails given all the hubbub. I’d heard lots of exhortations along the lines of: MAKE SURE you put on those mittens so they don’t scratch their faces! You don’t want to trim their nails while they’re super young! and then — They come out with long nails! Just bite them off with your teeth! and IT IS SO HARD TO CUT BABY NAILS. Etc. Let me first say that the last thing on my mind in those first few days was tending to mini’s talons. But, I did notice that she had long nails when she was born and found these tiny scissors were easy to use and precise, as the blade curves away from the baby’s fingernail bed. And it was really not a big deal. As they get older and move around more, it becomes harder to keep their hands still. Trim while they’re sleeping! The hospital essentially provides everything else you can possibly imagine when it comes to caring for your baby — burp cloths, swaddles, diapers, nasal aspirators, etc.
While in Florida, I spotted the chic-est woman poolside at my parents’ country club. She was wearing a black off-the-shoulder one-piece that I believe was this one by Karla Colletto (I also LOVE this one in the white by the same label << on sale!), black YSL LouLou sunglasses (seen at top of Giovanna Battaglia), and a sun hat with a black bow in the back similar to this. She looked like, well, a million bucks.
I’m normally more of a bright color gal (I own a lot of Mara Hoffmann’s brightly patterned beachwear — currently lusting after this and this) when it comes to poolwear (with the exception of my Marysia one piece in black), but she was a vision in sophistication.
Le Sunglasses Hunt.
She also made me want those YSL LouLou sunglasses again. I’d thought they’d be a flash in the pan but they looked just as stylish as ever. I’m now in quite the quandary when it comes to summer eyewear, as I have about five different pairs vying for my attention. What do you think of these contenders for my summer pair?
+A pair of my favorite Le Specs, but in tortoise (I owned black for many years, but then snapped them in my bag one day!)
+These Fendis. I love the nude/tortoise color combo and the shape. I saw them on the beautiful Lauren Gores (foundress of beauty line Summer Fridays) and died over her entire neutral vibe. More on that below.
+I wore a pair of Wildfox Barbie Doll pink sunglasses from a few seasons back (still available on eBay here and there) a lot in Florida and liked the whimsy they added to nearly any outfit. Maybe a new pair of similar shades, like these in the white or these in the clear or these in the pink? (All under $100!)
Neutrals for Spring.
And while we’re on the topic of Lauren Gores, she is majorly influencing me to wear more beige/neutral/taupe/white/cream! I love the Cali girl sophistication she is giving off. A couple of finds:
+DYING over this chic khaki dress. Love the darting, the length, the nipped waist. Must have this. Would look phenomenal with tortoise shell glasses and Hermes Orans in brown.
+This is straight-up chic and would be equally stylish with mules or simple sandals (<<on my lust list) or bare feet. (Under $100!)
+My mom gave me a box of Superfloss to try while down in FL and — have you heard of this stuff?! It’s so much better than your standard-issue floss. It has a fluffy thick side and a thin side and it really gets everything out. Kind of gross to talk about floss but seriously, I don’t know what I’ve been doing the last 30 years of my life when I claim to be “flossing.”
+Lake Pajamas is having a rare sale now through the 24th — a great time to get a little break in price on these wonderful jams. I love these and these.
+I got a lot of wear out of a pair of Chanel espadrilles I’ve owned for maybe five years now? I bought them for a trip to Spain with Mr. Magpie and can’t believe they’ve held up until now because they’ve seen HEAVY HEAVY wear. Like most espadrilles, they offer no support to speak of, but they are also crazy comfortable and I’ve never once gotten a blister wearing them. I think I may re-up on a pair (how cool are these?!) because the soles are finally beginning to give way.
+While on the subject of travel: have I given proper homage to the Davek mini umbrella?! It is one of my absolute favorite everyday possessions. It is itty-bitty but incredibly well made and comes with a lifetime warranty, of which I’ve availed myself. It’s the ideal companion for a lady packing for a day (or week!) of potential inclement weather since it weighs next to nothing and takes up virtually no space. LOVE.
+On a related note, have been toying with the idea of buying myself this Dr. Sturm travel set just so I can discover some of her products without making the hefty investment first.
Before mini was born, I received more than my fair share of solicited and unsolicited parenting advice. There were empassioned entreaties on breast-feeding, on co-sleeping, on not co-sleeping, on sleeping when the baby sleeps (sigh), on discipline, on the use of language (i.e., “don’t refer to yourself in the third person, as in, ‘Mom said no!'” and “never tell a child she is good or bad; tell her she has made good or bad decisions!”), on first foods, on exposure to peanuts, on baby led weaning, on doctors to see, on doctors to avoid.
Amid the advice whiplash, a friend of mine — and mother to three — wrote this in a card:
“My only advice to you is that you know best. You are the mother. Trust your instincts!”
I loved her for this message of empowerment and encouragement. Aside from its potent truthfulness in implicitly acknowledging the fact that every child is different and that only you, as the child’s mother, truly understand the full picture when making a decision, I also clung to the casual and kind way in which she opened the door to the Mom’s Club and held out her hand. “You’re one of us,” was the subtext. “Your opinion is equal to anyone’s over here on this side of the fence.” I had been grappling with the unsettling feeling of outsidership as friends who already had babies would exchange knowing looks with one another, or would tell me, “Oh, just wait until the baby comes.” I had been feeling un-initiated, rube-like. And in some ways I was. There is simply no way to prepare for a child and — like every mom — there are things I thought I would never do pre-baby that I have done post-baby. “I would never co-sleep!” I remember thinking, recoiling at the thought. At the time, I didn’t realize how bleary and exhausted I would be and how appealing having her next to me would be from a convenience standpoint. I didn’t exactly co-sleep with mini because I was too terrified I would somehow crush her in my sleep, but I kept her in her bassinet glued to my bedside like a sidecar on a motorcycle. And then, these fateful last words: “Children under two should have no screen time.” Mhm…
But still. Despite the fact that no woman can be expected to intuit what it will feel like as a new mom (and indeed — I have learned that the process of matrescence required a recalibration and even shedding of expectations) and what contingencies and realities will factor into her calculus when making the millions of everyday decisions she faces, I love my friend for making the space for me to trust myself as a mom, for signaling to me that I was enough and that my opinion and instincts mattered more than anyone else’s in the raising of this child.
And so, this is the principle bit of advice I pass along to friends who are expecting. Trust yourself! You can do this! And you know best! The subtext, too, is that what might work for me may not work for you. And that’s OK.
What’s the best parenting advice you ever received?
+One of my major objectives with nursing this go around is to be a bit more level-headed about things and to give some thought to myself and my own self-care as I evaluate options. Last time, I had a chronic undersupply and spent the first month glued to a pump, breastfeeding, or supplementing/topping off with formula. I then committed to breastfeeding and topping off with a bottle (removing the pumping step) for almost seven months. It was exhausting work and feeding her kind of took over our lives. I had it in my head that every single ounce of milk I produced *had* to go to the baby because I was producing so little. I am still proud that I made it to eight months and I came to enjoy nursing her. But I have already implored Mr. Magpie to remind me to be realistic and a bit more generous to myself this go around if something similar happens. If I want to have a few glasses of wine one night, I’m going to let myself, even if it means pumping and dumping. If I can’t produce enough milk from the getgo, I’m going to do what I can but accept that formula will need to be a big part of the equation and make earlier peace with it. Or so I tell myself, pre-post-partem-hormones…
+All that said, I came across these and BINGO. How many of you fellow moms felt like you were wasting precious milk as you nursed on one side?!? Ordering. I’m also doubling down on the number of nursing bras and nursing-friendly outfits I have. I tried to get by with the minimum last go around, which meant I always needed to do laundry and/or would sporadically need to “make do” with a sports bra. No longer. I liked these in the early days — the pull-down style is so easy and comfortable; and these for everyday use. They’re not the chicest undergarments but they are definitely the best IMHO.
+My parents brought mini this dollhouse book from my childhood, which expands into an actual pop-up dollhouse! It is THE PERFECT THING for small Manhattan apartments, as it can be collapsed and stowed like a book, and it’s around the right size for her beloved Little People collection.
+A lot of parents-to-multiple-children have suggested that baby boy “give” mini a gift when he is born. (Did you do this?) I am trying to think of what a good gift might be — maybe this darling mixer, as mini loves to bake with me nowadays? Or a high-chair for her babydoll to continue to reinforce the idea of caring for baby? Other recommendations?
+Does mini need to wear this or this when she goes to meet her baby brother?!
+Chantecaille HD Perfecting Loose Powder. I know, I know — I am SO obsessed with this brand lately. Ever since I fell in love with their tinted moisturizer and their lipstick (<<OMG, POWER PRODUCT! I own this in the Bourbon Rose color and it glides on like a dream, gives off a beautiful, rosy, flushed effect, and is sheer enough to be applied without a mirror), I’ve been eyeing pretty much their entire line. I’m especially curious about this loose powder, which I’ve read multiple effusive reviews over. I don’t always wear powder but have been using it on my forehead to help with concealing my scar and I find it’s useful in the winter more generally, when I tend to need more coverage. I’ve been very into this Makeup Forever Loose Powder, which is super-fine and super-light, but I think I might invest in the Chantecaille. I love that it comes with its own brush!
+Vintner’s Daughter Active Botanical Serum. I have been a devotee of my Truth Serum (one of my favorite discoveries from 2018 — my mom loved it so much she called me after using it to rave about it for about ten minutes straight, saying she’d never tried anything like it, and she is a TRUE beauty junkie — no offense, mom!), but just finished my third bottle of it in record time. I don’t know why, but I fly through this stuff. Maybe I apply too much? I use one pump in the morning and occasionally a second if I’m touching up in the evening, and I swear a bottle barely lasts a month or two. Anyway, I have long been eyeing this Vintner’s Daughter serum, which people absolutely lose their minds over. A friend recently told me that she has stripped down her skincare routine to just this and La Mer Cream and her skin looks flawless. Hmmmm.
+Rebecca de Ravenel Daisy Drop Earrings. I own a few pairs of RDR earrings and they are just the cutest, most whimsical pieces out there. I’m in love with this quirky daisies! I am thinking they’d look adorable with this Sleeper dress, which I mentioned as an option for Easter while massively pregnant, but has since sold out in the floral, and now I’m thinking about wearing it in the blue to my baby shower in a few weeks. But again — seasonality! Linen in March?! AHH. Who knows; it could be freezing cold, or could be spring-like. (Also like these similar daisy drop earrings, on sale.)
+Spanx camo leggings, on sale. I just know that I’ll be living in leggings as I recover from delivery this summer, and these camo babies have my name all over them. (Get the look for less with these for $30!) I imagine wearing them with a chambray button-down and nursing tank for days around the house or with a boxy, solid-colored sweatshirt like this or this, and maybe some cool new kicks. Also love these in the dusty pink / bronze colors, with a coordinating sports bra.
+Milk Makeup Lip + Cheek Stain. One of my favorite beauty influencers, Michaela Podo, raved about this product. I am so intrigued. I love any product with multiple applications — kind of like my go-to RMS Living Luminizer, which I dab everywhere from my brows to my cheekbones to my decolletage.
+I am torn between several options for getting the tie dye lewk, so I’ve had four different things in my cart and I keep clicking back and forth. I love this duster/trench — something I can wear while pregnant with white skinnies, white booties/flats, and a simple white maternity tee for an of-the-moment vibe. (Maybe with one of my favorite knot headbands?) I also love this loose dress, which would work with my bump and could be paired with my go-to ivory Valentino rockstud flats. I still wear those shoes ALL the time even though I know the rockstud moment has passed in a major way. I don’t care. I love them so. One of my readers (heiii MK) introduced me to the brand Upstate and I love this effortless jumpsuit, too. (And is it a sign or not that it’s called “the magpie jumpsuit”?!) Finally, I love this tee, but I feel like I should buy it in my post-pregnancy size so I can rock it this summer with white skinnies, silver Birks, and beachy hair.
+Ribbed cashmere leggings. I am so tired of my maternity leggings and jeans — UGH. I know these wouldn’t fit but I want them to so badly for a change of pace. Contemplating instead buying them for next winter…would be SO chic with some GG sneaks or snakeskin booties and a big oversized sweater for errands!
P.S. More of a stretch, but I love love love the label Brock Collection and if this dress weren’t sold out in my size, I’d be having serious heart palpitations.
Q: I just received the 20z water tumbler you blogged about and love (in blush)! I now feel like I need a more stylish way to tote in my packed lunches to the office. Any finds or favorites?
A: So glad you like the tumbler! YAY! My first thought for toting lunches was to look at Scout Bags. I have one of their insulated lunchboxes and find a trillion different ways to use it, even though I don’t carry my lunch to work anymore. I use it for picnics, carrying my daughter’s lunch around, car trips, Subway trips, etc. I like this versatile style, though I personally own and love this style, which is convenient in the sense that it can be packed into a bigger bag a bit easier than the other one. I love this brand because it was founded by an incredible, strong woman (and mother to four or five kiddos!) who was looking for a stylish solution for everyday toting needs while she had all of her kids. She thought — “I need a big bag for toting sports gear! And a roomy, wipeable diaper bag! And a lunch bag!” And she created them all in the cutest prints.
Q: What Myers-Briggs or enneagram personality type are you?
A: I’ve never taken an enneagram test before, but I am an INFJ on the Myers-Briggs. I remember when I first took the test in high school I was ashamed and appalled that I was an introvert, and kept telling my friends I was “very borderline — a few points off from being an extrovert.” I think back on this now and cringe, but have come to understand why: we live in a culture that favors extroversion (read more about this in the overlong but interesting book Quiet) and it felt like I was revealing my inner dork by labeling myself as an introvert. In general, I think these tests are principally helpful in the workplace, where they can give employees/colleagues a common language and framework in which to understand and peaceably work around personality differences, i.e., “oh, she is such a FEELER versus THINKER in this particular context.” Outside of the workplace, the applications are fuzzier.
Q: I’m recently engaged and on the hunt for wedding shoes. I know that seems backwards, but I am a shoe maven so that’s where I’m starting. I had originally planned to purchase matching pairs of Aquazzura Powder Puff slides and heels for the day but they seem to be only available in random sizes and colors around the internet. Do you have any other ideas of fun shoes for something like this? I’m not stuck on the traditional white/ivory, and the shoes don’t need to match my wedding colors at all. I’m looking for a pair of heels and a pair of flats that are just once-in-a-lifetime fun. No need to match! I am just overwhelmed with the options right now.
A: CONGRATS! This was SUCH a fun inquiry and I’m so flattered you asked. I had fun looking for options. Here goes:
+My first thought was a pair of Malone Soulier Marguerites. I have been lusting after this label for months now. They come in all different colors and prints, but I’m drawn to the femininity of this pair, which feel appropriately bridal and elegant. BUT — if you’re not a pink gal, just check out the entire collection!
+My second thought was — glitter! Not sure if that’s your vibe either, but how special and FUN would these glitzy heels be? They are a kind of once-in-a-lifetime-ultra-festive snag. (If the heel height is an issue, these ombre Jimmy Choos get the look, too.)
+Manolo “Hagisi” brooch pumps are a classic and elegant pick, too. Maybe in bold blue (your “something blue”?) or the pretty blush/champagne hues.
+These LRs just look like a party to me. I feel like I’d wear them and be ready to dance. Plus, the stacked heel looks comfortable. This would be for more of an informal vibe/outdoor wedding situation I think.
+I know you said you’re not “wedded” (HA!) to white/cream heels, but these are the ultimate bridal shoe. I love that dramatic bow at the ankle…I would probably lean toward these or the Malone Souliers if I was getting married tomorrow 🙂
+My Alexandre Birman Clarita sandals are probably my most-worn evening shoe. They go with EVERYTHING and cut such an elegant line. They come in white, too (<<on sale!). These are unfussy and chic and I promise you’ll get a TON of use out of them.
+For practicality — in an outdoor wedding/if you’ll be walking on cobblestone or uneven terrain — these are perfection.
+Finally, THESE ARE SO ELEGANT AND FUN. What a statement!! I’m in love.
Q: Where did you get the pillows and curtains from in this post?
A: Hi! Sadly, the pic at top of that post is not from my own home. (A gal can dream…) I found it on Pinterest! BUT. I found some great similar (affordable!) valences here. For pillows — I actually own a few different ones myself in various blue prints, and got several of them from Caitlin Wilson Design. I love this, this, and this mixed together to achieve a look similar to the one above.
Q: Can you describe your writing process? How long does it take for you to write and edit a post?
A: I’m flattered you would ask, but the unsatisfying truth is that it varies considerably! Some of my longer thought and memoir pieces take days to write and edit, and I’m often incubating them for weeks prior, as phrases and ideas on a particular subject flit through my mind sporadically. (This post took me weeks to write and edit, and I was sitting on pins and needles waiting to hear what you readers thought; I still feel that its publication was dicey.) I’ll capture some of these snippets in my iPhone notes, where I also keep a running list of post ideas as they come to me, most often while I’m out walking Tilly or tossing and turning late at night, and then I often find myself running over to my computer to write and revise these longer pieces in fits and spurts whenever I can get a quiet minute — during mini’s nap, late at night, first thing in the morning. But for less recherche pieces — say, posts on a fashion trend or a round-up of items on my radar — my routine is fairly consistent: I sit down at my writing desk after my nanny arrives (on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday mornings) with the goal of writing or completing/editing two posts within the seven hours I have my nanny. (Note that I also almost always spend a portion of my nanny days running errands, walking the dog, taking care of admin tasks, etc — so I’d say active writing/editing time is about four or five hours per nanny day, which means most posts take about 2-3 hours from start to finish. Probably an hour or so longer if I include the time I spend thinking about them and making mental edits while away from my desk.) Some days, I just sit down and begin to write with no idea where I’m headed. Other days, I refer to my iPhone list for post inspiration.
Caveat to the above: When I started writing more intensively here about two years ago, I resolved to prioritize volume over quality, which was initially a challenge for me as a Type A. But I was conceptually more interested in writing prolifically and consistently (publishing every day) than I was in turning out perfectly-polished pieces. Some days I cringe when I re-read my posts and note a glaring typo or a poorly-worded sentence, but most of the time I see the writing of this blog as a consistent exercise in self-improvement.
Q: What are your thoughts on cloth versus paper napkins for everyday use?
A: I wish we used cloth napkins daily! It would be better for the environment and more conducive to creating an elegant family ritual (why not eat on your best china every day, too?!). But, for now, while I’m already doing laundry nearly every day, we use paper napkins. Incidentally, one of my favorite sources for cloth napkins is Sur La Table. I’ve gotten so many sets from there over the years. I love these and these (D&G vibes, right?) right now.
Q: How are you handling crib/bed transition and prepping mini for the new baby?
A: Hi! We are waiting until mini tries to climb out of her crib to make the transition. (Until then, we’ll enjoy her containment in the evening — ha! This is something several readers suggested in comments; why rush things? This has been our M.O. in general with mini, FWIW: she’ll get there when she gets there. For example, it took us a long time to wean mini off of bottles and onto sippy cups for milk. Like, over six months. Closer to ten. We kept trying different cups and she would scream for her bottle or just not drink her milk. I worried I’d be sending my daughter off to school with a bottle in hand. But, we kept trying, making small tweaks like offering her milk with her dinner versus separately/before bed, getting excited about the design of the sippy cup (“Minnie Mouse cup!?!? What does Minnie Mouse say?!?”), giving her a new style in her Advent calendar gift roundup, etc., and gradually got rid of all of the bottles. But, I digress.) In terms of other preparations for the new baby, we talk about the baby in my stomach and the fact that she is going to be a big sister fairly consistently. We also pray for baby brother every night when we say our nightly intentions before bed. I wasn’t sure she was absorbing any of it, but just the other day, Mr. Magpie said: “What’s in mommy’s tummy?” and she said: “Baby!” So, we will see. She is still really young and has such a limited concept of time; I have noticed that if I talk about something too far in advance (i.e., “In four days, we’ll see Mimi and Grandpa!”), she gets confused, so I’m trying not to lay it on too thick too early since we still have over three months to go. We do model caring for the baby with her babydolls — patting and burping, diapering, shushing, putting the baby to sleep. She loves this, and always has. Our neighbors had a baby a few months ago and whenever we hear her cry, we pause and say, “Oh, poor baby. Baby must be hungry/tired/need a diaper.” Now she’ll do that on her own — “Oh, Avery,” she’ll say, when she hears the baby. “Baby hungry.” I suppose these are small ways we are acclimating her to the idea! The only other “preparation” I have made is trying to think about how to involve mini in the everyday caring of the new baby. I’m a little skittish about how I’ll fare on my own after Mr. Magpie goes back to work (he has three weeks of paternity leave) and am trying to be proactive in thinking through how we’ll structure our days on our own. My dad sent me a really good article on this general topic that I found chock-full of practical advice, especially the ideas on “non-messy breakfast in bed,” making nursing sessions special for the toddler, and taking communal bathroom trips. Mainly, the article reminded me to take things really slow and set expectations really low during those first few weeks.
But. Seasoned moms: please share your sage advice in the comments!
Q: London fashion — help! Headed there in May for a wedding!
A: My sister just moved to New York from London and said that women are more understated and sophisticated there. Less flashy trends, more elegant basics. She’s still rocking that vibe here, wearing things like an elegant topcoat (<<she owns this exact style in the chic forest green color; I’m currently swooning over the sophistication of this topcoat), tailored sweaters, and polished leather boots. Extrapolating this vibe for slightly warmer weather, I’d opt for “grown-up,” tailored pieces in solid colors — think anything by the label Goat, often worn by the royalty. I like this dress (get the look for less with this) and this coat.
For the actual wedding, depending on formality, I like this polka-dotted beauty (on sale for under $140), this, and — for a major splurge — this or this.
Q: Engagement ring buying. Particular online retailers or stores? Would love vintage!
A: Ahhh, I am OUT OF MY ELEMENT, but two things came to mind: my family has used family-owned Pampillonia Jewelers in D.C. for generations. My father has commissioned countless pieces for my mother from there, Mr. Magpie had my engagement ring made there, and my brother-in-law used them as well. They create new pieces and have vintage/estate pieces as well. We’ve always had good experiences there, and my father really trusts the head jeweler. My other thought was Stephanie Gottleib, sort of a buzzy jeweler here in New York. Her Instagram account is NUTS. Lots of inspiration and stylish, contemporary options.
Q: Would love to hear more about your overall path — where you grew up, UVA, NYC, career!
A: I was born and raised in Washington, D.C., with a brief stint in Connecticut for a few years of my childhood. My parents had an incredible stone house on the top of a hill right by Rock Creek Park that was built in 1920 and that I lived in for the majority of my youth. I have nothing but fond memories growing up there with my four siblings. I attended Montessori for pre-K and K (my mother was a Montessori school teacher before she had her children), then a small parochial Catholic school (Annunciation), and then an all-girls Catholic prep school (Georgetown Visitation), before attending UVA for undergrad as an Echols Scholar. I was very close to going to Duke University instead, but my father had attended UVA Law and we’d grown up visiting the Boar’s Head Inn and Wintergreen and attending UVA basketball games, so I had an irrational emotional pull to it. (I also liked being close to home, and Charlottesville is about a two hour drive from D.C. I am very close to my parents and siblings.) I essentially triple majored in French, American History, and Literature, but UVA only permits double majoring, so technically I’m a double major in history and literature, though I earned the credits for — and completed — all three. While at UVA, I fell in love with and started dating Mr. Magpie. After I graduated, I worked for a small consulting firm focused on government procurement (falling asleep typing those words) while living at home for a year and then matriculated to Georgetown University for an M.A. in literature, where I specialized in high modernist poetry and poetics (and yes, I need to use those terms of art — HA!). At that point, I moved into the garden apartment of a beautiful row house on R Street with my best friend, from which I could easily walk to campus. While pursuing my degree, I started this blog as a creative outlet. Those were happy years.
I intended to pursue a Ph.D. in literature (Georgetown only offers a terminal M.A.), but I had curtsied into a part-time editing role for a foundation that was building free, online, open courseware (MOOCs! Do you remember that phrase?) and became its second full-time employee in short order. The foundation was backed by a billionaire business mogul in D.C. and it was a great learning experience for me — a ton of responsibility; a wide open, creative space; and an opportunity to flex my editing and academic muscles, as I oversaw about 100 contributing faculty members from all across the U.S. hard at work designing cost-free courseware. At the time, online education was a burgeoning new field, and it was exciting.
I married Mr. Magpie at this time and then he moved us up to Chicago to pursue a job at Groupon after graduating from his MBA program. For almost a year, I traveled to D.C. every other week for a week at a time. It was exhausting and I was unhappy. I found a new job headquartered in Chicago for a start-up non-profit focused on financial education for low-income youth and was hired as the Chief Innovation Officer there, overseeing a new digital program they were rolling out that was backed by Citibank. The fintech aspect of the job was new to me, but I had a strong background in education and, thanks to my nearly five years at the foundation, educational technology and online courseware in particular. The position was a crash course in tech development, as I worked with visual designers, interaction designers, and engineers and even had the privilege of teaming up with the renowned design firm IDEO, from whom I learned a ton. I also had occasion to learn a lot about social entrepreneurship, b-corps, and the modern face of philanthropy and non-profit work, especially after I applied and was accepted into Stanford University’s executive program in social entrepreneurship, which was FABULOUS. Oh my God. Fabulous.
Over the course of these two jobs, I wore every hat you can imagine — HR, operations, recruitment, fundraising, grant-writing, marketing, video production, public speaking, product management and design, project management, and even (yikes) legal, having being in a position to write more than my fair share of offer letters and contracts. Those years were exhilarating. I learned a lot about how to build and run a business, even though I was working in the not-for-profit sector.
Mr. Magpie is a serial entrepreneur and I suppose I’ve always had an entrepreneurial — or at least industrious — bent as well. (While in grad school, I also established a small “editing practice” and took on various projects with faculty at Georgetown that led to few days a week at an academic press downtown.) We are always kicking around new ideas and we’d been obsessing over one in the HR technology space focused on providing real-time feedback to employees. We were both managers of large teams and found that people management was the single most difficult part of our jobs. (You learn technical skills in school, but no one teaches you how to be a good manager — you learn trial-by-fire, or by observing the missteps of your own superiors.) I made tons of mistakes as a 20-something with no business running a team of folks more tenured than I was. One piece that Mr. Magpie and I talked about ad nauseum was how hard it was to provide constructive feedback in a timely way — and how opaque it is as an employee to understand how your performance is being perceived, except for at annual review time, which is an archaic and ineffective process anyway. So, we set out to build a lightweight technology that would facilitate real-time managerial feedback, and we integrated it with Slack, which was being used prolifically by our test market (small tech start-ups). We both left our jobs and lived off of savings for two years. At that point, Mr. Magpie had developed expertise in sales and sales operations while at Groupon and had a solid grasp on the business logic side of things, and I had been leading the development of educational technologies, overseeing designers and engineers, and felt competent in designing a tool we could test. We worked on this company for nearly two years. We had paying, active customers and managed to raise a decent pre-seed round of financing. We were frenetically busy. But the business did not grow at the pace we expected it to and we made the difficult decision, shortly after our daughter was born, to shutter. Around that time, a job opportunity dropped into Mr. Magpie’s lap seemingly out of heaven and we packed up and moved our family to New York City. Selling our home in Chicago was shockingly emotional, but we were both thrilled to get back to the East Coast and I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I have here.
Since we closed our business, I’ve been working half the week on this blog and half the week as a stay-at-home mom, but I also serve on the boards of two private foundations — work that keeps me busy and alert.
WHEW. I feel like I could write for hours about all of these decisions and movements, but when I zoom way out I am always astounded at the number of enormous risks I have taken in my career. I often encourage the younger women in my life that come to me for career advice to take big risks in their 20s. It’s a great time to explore, change course, and try new things. Starting our own business in our 30s was dicey — I wish in some ways we’d done it earlier, as there are more responsibilities (financial and otherwise) to contend with as you age. But it has all worked out shockingly well and has reminded me of a wisdom I once picked up from a tenured businessman: “Most successful people have squiggly paths to success.” And I have managed to somehow translate a degree in the humanities into an executive role in the non-profit world within a few years, launch a business with my best friend, and launch a second business (this blog!) on my own. Mr. Magpie and I often joke with one another that we are both “jacks and jills of all trades, masters of none,” and I do occasionally envy friends who have committed to a career and are now deep experts in their fields. I, on the other hand, know a small amount about a lot of different things but wouldn’t call myself an expert in any one area — except writing. That’s been the through-put in my career. I have always had to write a lot and manage a ton of content, even as CIO and then COO at my last two formal places of employment. They say that if you do anything for 10,000 hours, you are an expert in it. I am fairly confident I’m close to that total in terms of hours spent writing at this point!