Wednesday, April 8, 2026
The Easter Edit
Friday, March 13, 2026
Pleased to Make Your Reacquaintance: When Black Magic Checks the Bright Box
How is it Friday the 13th again? We just did this! You know what I haven't being doing a lot of? Blogging. Momlife, the nine-to-five, and, yes, my growing obsession with Instagram have claimed the better part of my brain. But not today! Now that the stars or pentagrams or whatever have aligned, it's time to get back into it. So sit back, relax, and peruse these fun fits and necklaces. I'll just be curating my next crop of creations.
And liking clothes I can't afford on Insta.
Saturday, April 19, 2025
Procrastination Proclamation: A Treatise on Not Hopping to It
It's finally here: my Peter Cottontail-come-lately Easter content. So what if Easter is less than a day away? There's still plenty of time to get crackin'. But Tote Trove Lady, you may say, if you're trying to sell a product or be an influencer, then you should really post holiday stuff weeks or even months in advance. Wait, what's that? You're (mostly) not trying to become an entrepreneur or social media star? You can't even influence your baby to stop licking lamps or grabbing your throat? You just do this to distract yourself from the horrible things going on in the world not to mention inside your own head? Then, by all means, take as much time as you need. Heck, take a page out of Blink-182's book and have Halloween on Christmas. That might be kind of cute, jack-o'-lanterns in Santa hats.
So, Easter. Despite it being my favorite holiday, I find myself, as I so often do, one egg short of an omelet. Because it's work, baby, work, baby, work, baby, work right up until the pastel parade. But fatigue be darned, I love that parade and won't let myself miss it. So I'm ignoring my grease-grimed stovetop and cobweb-choked stairs and breaking out the bunnies. This year, I was careful to place them far from the floor, well out of Char Bar's reach. Because she's suddenly a little crawling machine, and no crumb or knickknack is safe.
Speaking of Charlotte, I found her the sweetest Easter dress. And myself a pretty sweet skirt. But more on that post-holiday.
For now I need to sign some cards and bag some gifts.
Because those cobwebs aren't going to weave themselves.