beauty rules.

Happy Momma’s Day! I am forever grateful to my mother, and all the amazing women in my life, for teaching me to be comfortable in my own skin, and that beauty and fashion and food are things that we should have fun with and that should bring us joy, not cause us immense anxiety. Not that I’m a Beauty Guru, but I sure am working on it. Here are some lessons I’ve learned from Wise Women along the way. The abridged version? You are just fine the way you.

Your eyebrows are sisters, not twins. As humans, we are not perfect. And we are not perfectly symmetrical. This is okay. I am somewhat obsessed with eyebrows – I love a full, natural brow with a little clean up (my unibrow is just a little too natural for me). Upkeep is important, but they are certainly not identical. The woman at the Benefit counter who waxed my eyebrows when I was 16 told me this tidbit, and it has stuck with me ever since.

You don’t draw a woman with straight lines. So this is actually a lesson from a (somewhat scary) art professor I had. I say this to remind myself that it is okay to be soft. My thighs touch. This is normal. No matter how much yoga/cardio/whatever I do, I will always have my hips. Those babies aren’t going anywhere. That’s just my body. But I also don’t like when people say “real women have curves.” Skinny women are real women, too. No need to put other people down while boosting others up. More on this thought later.

NTLHsobFind a Beauty Role Model. I read this in an article with Bobbi Brown when I was maybe 12. You know what’s tough? Being super short, or “too” flat, or “too” curvy, or “too” dark-haired, dark-eyed, dark-skinned, pale-skinned, freckly, curly, or anything different or interesting, and seeing nobody like you in the spotlight who you think is beautiful and also identify with. We can’t all be tall, busty, blonde California girls. And that’s totally fine. So look for the gorgeous, amazing women who aren’t that either. That doesn’t mean I can’t still have a purely superficial girl crush on Blake Lively, but she isn’t my Beauty Inspiration. Your Beauty Role Model(s) should look a bit like you in terms of coloring, and/or have the same hair type, and you should also like their style when it comes to hair and makeup. You can definitely have more than one, and look to them for different things. They can be real women in your life, too (hi, Mom!). For example, my celeb Beauty Role Model is Emmy Rossum. A sometimes-curly-haired brunette with dark eyes and full brows. Bam.

We need to stop calling women “brave” for wearing crop tops that show just a hint of belly. Thank you for this one, Mindy Kaling. I would like to point out that this is offensive on multiple levels. One, it is offensive to the “normal” sized people wearing them. I’d be like “What do you mean brave?! F**k you – I thought I looked really cute.” I love that these skirt and crop top matching combos are now a thing, and an acceptable alternative to a dress. I think they are SO adorable. They are just a sliver of a crop, and are high-waisted and high-necked and look cool and just a little different. Awesome. Two, this is offensive to every woman (and man) who does things that are actually brave. You know what’s brave? Donating a kidney. Joining the armed forces. Rescuing animals from hoarders. Quitting your job and moving across the country to pursue your dreams. There are a million ways to be brave. Wearing a goddamned crop top isn’t one of them. I think if you want to, you should wear it. And I think if you want to, you should do something brave. They are just not going to be accomplished in the same act. The words we say may be well-intended, but they do have power. So let’s stop making women feel like shit about their bodies, and let’s appreciate the people in this world who do bold, brave, amazing things.

That is all I have for you today. Go give your mom (and all mom-like people) a hug. xoxo

dear kate, thanks for making me feel super cute today.

I LOVE getting mail. Postcards, letters, presents. So I was super psyched when I came home from work to find this pretty little gift from my friends at Dear Kate.

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If you are one of my three gentleman readers (hi, Dad!), this may be a good place for you to stop. ‘Cause it’s about to be about period underwear.

I am one of those people who has a carefully organized undies drawer, sorted by style. At the way, way back lurks period underwear. They are full coverage, and they do not make me feel cute. Some of them have cute things on them, like tiny cartoon penguins, because I have owned them since I was a teenager. I am about to be 24. That is too long.

Enter Dear Kate. They combine a few of my very favorite things, pretty and practical, along with a strong sense of Girl Code. Count me in. I have a general philosophy that when I am feeling not-so-hot or having a crummy day, that is when I should dress nicely. I think the same logic can be applied to undies. I will let you find out all about the cool technology on their page, but let me tell ya, it works.

They were kind enough to send a pair of the Vera Hipster Minis my way. I borrowed the pics below from their shop page. They are super cute while still covering enough. The pop of color and the mesh backing keep them fun and completely non-grandmotherly….

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Lots of love and cute underthings,

xoxo Molly

macarons and more.

Hello friends,

I hope everyone is getting to take in the amazing sunshine this weekend! I feel like I’m finally coming out of my winter hermit status. And this morning I got an awesome surprise when I got off the bus and spied a pink food truck. That sells macarons. And they are awesome. Seriously. I couldn’t decide which of Cameo Macaron‘s flavors sounded most amazing, so I got six (for sharing… kinda). I love all things raspberry, and the lemon tart was yummy, too. And vanilla is a staple for a reason. The PB&J may be my personal fave, but it is a close call!

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photo 2 copyAfter that, I got to spend a lovely Saturday strolling around the South End, Back Bay, and Beacon Hill (yes, my little legs are super duper tired) with my bestie Jessie, just taking it all in. Of course we did a little shopping, and some lying about in the park, and a fair amount of eating. Besides finishing off the macarons, we made stops at Thinking Cup and Flour. It was totally perfect.

I often spend a portion of late February and early March wondering why we, as people in general, decided to ever settle in New England. Days like these I remember why it is absolutely worth it.

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Wishing you love & sunshine,

xoxo Molly

spring forward.

Despite the still near-Arctic temps here in New England, Spring has officially sprung. Today’s a balmy almost-50 degrees, and it has me dreaming of bright, pretty things and sunshine-y days. Since I can’t do anything about the weather, here are some of the happy, pink accessories I’m coveting for spring, including a peachy new woven leather crossbody  bag, oversized clips to keep your flyaways tamed on those blustery Spring days, a bold new bracelet to add to my stack, fun undies, and my favorite Essie shade of all time (a bold statement, I know)… Screen Shot 2014-03-25 at 7.05.50 PM

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