Lately, more so than usual, my thoughts are tidal. Maybe it’s the moon or the tropical storms, but they flood everything until they don’t, and I’m left delirious and without proof, wondering how anything could have filled a space so vast, so fully, only to disappear a few hours later. I prefer low tide, but I also can’t reconcile with… View Post
We were sitting at a breakfast joint in Jackson Hole, Wyoming at around ten thirty in the morning. It’s called The Bunnery and on their coffee mugs it says “Get Your BUNS In Here!” which is frankly really great and I should have bought one. It felt like a dozen other breakfast joints I’ve been in from California to Rhode… View Post
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about myself as an adult human, it’s that I’m a people pleaser. “Hello, I’m Carey. What can I immediately do to make myself uncomfortable in order to make you completely comfortable? What about myself should I conceal and blur to make you feel better about yourself and better about me? How can I… View Post
[Above, the full Cle de Peau line with visual aids that show you how much to use for each application, a look at their sheet masks, and their new decadent foundation serum that I tried out.] The first time I started taking skin care seriously was around age 24, in Chicago, at the sparkling glass countertops of the Saks Fifth… View Post
[This trip should have been sponsored by Montiel, Rag & Bone and MOTHER denim because it feels like I only packed things from them. If they want to do a future campaign of overaged bloggers hiking the Cornish coast in Rag & Bone, I better be their first choice.] Above, what I wore for three days because our bags didn’t… View Post