the tie dye onesie

Anybody who knows me knows I'm pretty adamantly against tie dye. I was raised in Oregon surrounded by too much of it - suffocated by it really - and have grown to associate tie dye with the pungent smell of patchouli, and the moist-dirt taste of tempeh generously sprinkled with hemp seeds.

That said, last week in Oregon...I bought a tie dye onesie.

Not sure if I did it ironically, or perhaps with some sentimentality - maybe I'll never know. But I do know that this little item is fun as shit...and so it shall be worn religiously.

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Peace out weirdos...



from mother to daughter, with love

If you'll recall, I recently posted a really rambly video of myself, spreading the gospel about my new favorite mascara. Though I made several of my own self-depricating disclaimers, protecting myself from the wrath of blogosphere hateration - nothing was too impenetrable to deter my mom from taking a jab.

My original video can be seen HERE.

And here is the mother:

Yes, I'm at home visiting the folks in Oregon, and YES, she did serve me coffee in bed.