the family

The Turner Chin

Thirtysomething female in natural habitat, from unflattering angle One of the ways in which you can pinpoint the source of my DNA is my weak chin/double chin. This thing torments me. It’s particularly annoying when I’m overweight (as I am now and, uh, have more or less always been) because I can feel fat snuggling my neck like a skin turtleneck. Ew, I just grossed myself out. Anyway, this chin has ancient origins, I’m sure,…

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randomosity

Every time I get a new Sephora catalog…

… which happens because I am a “beauty insider” living at this particular address, I feel what I think the aliens will feel once they discover our planetary remains. Nausea, complete confusion, indigestion, pity, sadness, etc.

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randomosity

In which I liveblog the discovery of an ‘InStyle’ magazine (part three)

Internet, I feel like I have voluntarily cast myself into the desert and am not even halfway across the first dune. The thing is, the desert looked completely walkable at first glance, but now I realize that every step takes extra effort because I’m WALKING ON FREAKING STUPID SAND. I am, of course, being overly metaphorical here in my attempt to describe what it’s like to realize that I am only 80 pages in to…

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I hate/love nature photography

Part of the reason I’d like to have a house…

… has a lot to do with the fact that most houses come with attached plots of land on which you can pretend to be a conductor coaxing the most entrancing floral notes out of the earth:   My mom grows flowers so gorgeous that I don’t even need Photoshop. Truly. If I got even a fraction of her and my grandmother’s green thumbs, I will cultivate a jungle before all is said and done.

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