It’s almost here. Almost. Occupy thyself with spring to-dos, in preparation for warmer, longer, brighter days:
Obsess over brackets.
It’s a late-March tradish, and the only time of year that my entire nuclear family gets on one group text and trash talks the crap out of each other. Sometimes, to tears. March Madness is the great neutralizer in my clan, and is celebrated the way other families might celebrate a birthday, a First Communion, Thanksgiving. If it weren’t for college basketball, I wouldn’t hear from them until Easter.
Wear orange lipstick.
Hands down, my favorite color. I’ve been convinced that anyone and everyone can wear orange lipstick. This is the season. Do it.
Catch up (again) on Game of Thrones.
If I was, say, a staff writer at the New Yorker, or an undergrad taking a film course called something like “Characters in Film & Television” (an easy A, duh), I would write a 5-page essay on the women of Game of Thrones. This series is a porny, bloodier Lord of the Rings, also as dramatic and shocking and soul-sucking as any other great show on TV right now. It’s simply the best. And while it’s certainly about fantasy families feuding and power struggles and betrayal and war, I think it’s really about women: if you peel away at all the plots and subplots, behind it all are these women, quiet women, often deceptive and manipulative, women who control every move made, every manly, warlord-ish action, the whole thing. The third season starts next Sunday. If nothing else, watch for Cercei’s amazing outfits: in Season 2 this queen slips a gold-plated armor bustier over an amazing velvet gown while her city is under siege. I mean.
Rock a crop top bustier and high-waisted circle skirt.
Speaking of bustiers. A longtime supporter of cropped tops (since Alicia Silverstone wore the bejeezus out of them in the 90’s), I was sad to see them go in the 00’s during the advent of the ultra low-rise waist (and subsequent muffin top). No one looks good in low-rise and midriffs. So glad this look is back.
Plan a trip.
To Thailand, specifically. My baby sister is moving there in less than a month! Seems like once something gets in your mind, you see signs everywhere: all I’m seeing on Instagram and elsewhere are Thai beaches and markets and temples and sunsets. Let’s go.
Spring starts tomorrow. Hang in there, peeps. xx