I would gobble it up.
Happy 🍗 Day!
As many grilled cheese sandwiches as I have eaten in my life, I can’t understand why I don’t own these yet…
I must be a part of the club, right?
(Probably wouldn’t wear them…but it’s the principle of the thing — ya know?)
The holiday decorations in my neighborhood have been hung.
I love ’em.
They remind me of the fussy versions from my childhood, but are cleaner and simpler in design.
I hope they aren’t predictors of lots of snow this winter. Cause I would like them a whole lot less.
I saw these socks on the subway tonight.
They made me very happy.
I was reminded of the Wicked Witch of the East, childhood and all things denim and cozy — all at the same time.
The guy wearing them seemed happy, too.
Coincidence? I think not.
Chalk drawings on the sidewalks of Manhattan have gotten more professional and more prevalent in the last year.
But I’ve never caught a chalk artist ‘in the act’ until today.
I know lettering is an art unique to each hand, but I was curious how they made the colors so saturated.
The secret? Water. They dip the chalk in water.
I was kinding expecting something…more.
It’s the US Open Men’s Championship. Djokovic is playing Federer. All is right with the world.
Even his tennis shoes are dyed this neon bright color.
I’m not a fan of pink, but this isn’t an issue of personal preference.
The hot pink is an unusual choice, and I’m wondering if it was psychological. Did Roger’s team hope that the color would have its rumored effect of sapping his opponent’s strength?
Stan Wawrinka wore a similar hue in his triumphant run earlier this year at the French Open — in plaid shorts, no less.