
Hey cupcakes.
Thanks to those of you who commented on our "When Blogging Turns to Blah" post. We appreciate your support as we plod though this creative malaise. We hope it is not contagious!
Ostensibly, this blog is supposed to be about retro design and decor. But sometimes it seems that we've exhausted that topic, now that turquoise walls and George Nelson lamps are as ubiquitous as granite countertops and travertine tile recently were. Woman can not live by retro alone! One kind reader suggested that we post reviews about books we've recently read. Truth is, I haven't been able to finish a book in years. I'm too busy bribing my 7 year old to make up his bed, disengaging legos pieces from the shag carpeting and arguing with my 3 year old about whether or not it's okay to wear her plastic Disney heels and lipstick to walk to the park (think Whatever Happened to Baby Jane, but in a toddler version). When I'm not busy threatening my children, I mostly stick to magazines and blogs, which are more suited for the limited attention span that I'm plagued with since the kids came along. During those 10-20 minutes I have to read, I'm also needing to shake it off, and LAUGH. Here are some of the blogs that help me to do that.
What would Janet Austen Do?
Penned by Mamacita, a hilarious Houston mom, this blog can be counted on for a daily dose of humor, wisdom and sarcasm, with some excellent recipes tossed in for good measure. Here are a few of my all time favorite posts for you to enjoy:
Lunch at Costco
End of Mommy Blogs
Bikini Wax
Dear James Taylor
How Crazy People Get Dressed in the Morning
Luscious Pastry, penned by my homegirl, Anne Charlotte, graphic designer and pastry chef extraordinaire. Who knew a blog about food could be so side splitting?
Luscious is the New Heroin
That's Luscious, Not Lushes
The King and I
Sweet Home Luscious
Who's Your Daddy?
ENJOY!
Awww... thanks.
ReplyDeleteBTW, I think magazine reviews are also totally appropriate. Especially US Weekly and the like. That might as well be War and Peace for me; I never get to read it.