• The Kendama: a wooden(!) toy that is about to go viral in the U.S.
• Cute, fun, beanbag toss game
• Gene Weingarten’s “Fatal Distraction” is one of the most horrific, has-stuck-with-me pieces of journalism I have ever read. It ran in The Washington Post in March 2009, when Sophie was almost 1 year old. It won the Pulitzer Prize for Feature Writing in 2010. I read it, through heavy tears, and then became somewhat obsessive about it; some of the images from the article remain with me to this day. I hate those images. But I’m also thankful for the article, and the intense awareness it gave to me. Do I recommend reading it? I don’t know. It’s difficult to read. I know several people who couldn’t even get through it. But, as Lisa Belkin reminded us in today’s Huffington Post article, babies being forgotten in hot cars is still happening—in fact, it’s already happend 15 times, this year. So do I recommend reading it? Yes, if only to serve as a reminder to always check your back seat. Always.
• Oh how I would love to see New York Public Library’s “The ABC of It: Why Children’s Books Matter,” exhibit.
• I long for a wardrobe made up of dreamy layers such as these.
• Ponden Hall, the house that inspired Wuthering Heights, is for sale.
• I found my very first four-leaf clover this weekend. (A sign of good things to come? I hope so!) I have books, of course (so many books) but I wish I had a true flower press to preserve it.
• So an intriguing party in an abandoned NYC subway station took place recently …
• As a bridesmaid, I was once gifted (by the bride) makeup professionally done for a wedding. The makeup artist covered my lips in L’Oréal’s Infallible Never Fail Lipcolour Compact in Grenadine. I used to never wear lipstick, always annoyed that it came off every time I ate or drank. This product made me realize it’s possible to have pretty, red lips and not starve. Also, more options.
“I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I’m going to tell it – but take care not to smile at any part of it.” —Emily Brontë