This audio has been sitting on my desktop for almost two months, and I can’t believe I haven’t posted it. My mom and I went on our annual Tacky Tour on December 29th, and I know that because I actually listened to the clip to figure out what the date was. You should know that I never listen to something after we’ve taped it because I really don’t like listening to my own voice. But I had to listen and once I started, I couldn’t stop. I really think this is one of my favorites, just my mom and me talking about nothing, how perfect!
My mom. There’s no one like her, and that’s an understatement. While home on a two week hiatus from civilization, we taped another one of our “chats” and it was fun. But where’s the surprise in that? It’s been a little while since we taped this so I don’t actually remember what it’s about but I’m sure you’ll really enjoy it.
While in college, I would come home and rush to my closet to pull out my fanciest and most impractical pieces, things like five inch yellow leather wedges and teatime raw silk frocks. Going to school in The Valley (of Western Mass), I had the opportunity to wear plenty of flannel, knit sweaters, and yoga pants, so at home, they were rarely part of my agenda. Since moving to NYC, however, this scenario has taken a 180. I attribute the shift to my ratcheted up city wardrobe and the fact that I only leave the apartment in sportswear when a class is involved. At home, I lounge around, run errands, go to class, and see old friends in a uniform of slouchy sweaters, black leggings, and camp socks. Luckily, no one seems to mind. This is probably because I always smell so good. The photo above is an example of something that I wore to morning coffee with my parents. It’s a little ratty, even for my home looks, but I’m willing to share it, because I have no shame. I packed a good deal of clothing for my nearly two week break and after reflecting, I realize how gluttonous I was in the matter. I cycled three pairs of jeans, five t-shirts, three sweaters, and two pairs of boots, leaving me feeling like a dummy. My mom says it’s because we didn’t have any fancy plans but I say it’s because I was especially lazy this time around. Below is an example of my at-home uniform. I also found my favorite t-shirt, which was *life changing.*
This has been a great year for cookbooks, with titles so incredibly stylized, they are far beyond books with recipes. Long gone are the days of dense, illustration-less cooking bibles. Now, you’ve got to be niche, providing something for everybody: vegans who swear, hipsters who don’t travel, and people who only consume soup. Below are a few of my favorites, which I hope will encourage me to cook more in the new year!