The primary school art teacher is the most under-sung fashion hero of all. Oversized prints, colorful glasses, excessive jewelry… Many of the greatest outfits I saw with my naive, OshKosh B’gosh-adoring eyes were worn by the same woman who handed me another cup of tempera paint. Maybe they’re colorful because they are fearless. Maybe they’re colorful because they spend all day prying pastels … Keep reading…

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My calendar says it’s autumn. My brain says it’s autumn. My heart says it’s autumn. Every restaurant and store to ever carry anything pumpkin-flavored says it’s autumn. And the stupid thermometer says it’s summer. For the three terrible months of summer—I’m barely joking, summer is the worst—I keep myself afloat on the promise of layers and dusty colors and crisp air and … Keep reading…

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In case you live under a rock, let me fill you in: The Denver Broncos are kicking ass and taking names this year, and they just landed a spot at the Super Bowl. Since they’re my favorite team, and we have this rad television set-up that begs for sports, Lance and I called dibs on hosting the Super Bowl party in our … Keep reading…

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