Book Chat || Such A Fun Age( a rant and a review)

A lot of us have more free time right now. One of the ways I’m keeping my brain occupied is by diving deep into my TBR(to be read) list. I managed to read five books in March which I haven’t done for a very long time! I loved two of them. I liked two of them. This one I HATED!

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Such A Fun Age by Kiley Reid is a novel that had a lot of buzz around it, especially after it was chosen as a selection for Reese Witherspoon’s book club. The story revolves around two female characters, Alix, a 30 something wealthy white woman, and Emira, her 25-year-old black babysitter. It’s a book that promises to deliver insights into the transactional relationship between wealthy white people and the women of color often hired to love and care for their children. Exploring that complicated relationship and getting the point of view of both of these characters seemed promising. There was no reason that I didn’t think I would love this book.

The book opens with a scene that has become all too familiar. A young black woman is in a Whole Foods-ish type grocery store with her young charge. The security guard questions why this black woman would be with a white child late at night and accuses her of kidnapping. The entire thing is filmed by a bystander on his cell phone. If you thought this incident would drive the plot of this book you would be mostly incorrect.

Emira is mortified by the interaction and even more disgusted at the thought of posting it on social media which was suggested to her by the good samaritan. It does, however, set off some internal conflict in Alix. She becomes terrified that Emira, the only one who seems to be able to connect with her 3-year-old Briar, will quit or even worse, think they’re racist! In order to keep Emira happy, Alix decides to learn more about her and immediately and awkwardly begins to ask Emira all manner of personal questions- about friends, nights out- and when she can’t get more info without seeming entirely too obvious, she takes to gleaning info by checking Emira’s lock screen on her phone. She’s able to learn more about the babysitter’s taste in music, the relationship she has with her sibling and the flirtation between Emira and a new guy.

This is my first issue with this book. Alix is awful. I don’t think that all protagonists need to be good people. In fact, I find women characters who are emotionally complex and even unlikeable often make for compelling reads. Alix is not complex. She has imposter syndrome. Who doesn’t? There is a bit of background story given to make us more empathetic to her internal struggle. However, Alix is in her mid30s and I don’t think that high school drama would impact someone’s behavior so completely. I never understood why she was doing the things she did.

And there was Emira. This character and the scenes where she interacts with her girlfriends are so stilted and seem so inauthentic, I double-checked to see if the author was black. I have a 25 year old daughter and those conversations sound nothing like the snippets I hear when my daughters are hanging out with their friends. Other than the dread Emira feels about her upcoming birthday because she’ll be kicked off of her parents’ insurance and her romance with the bystander of the grocery store incident, we don’t learn much about Emira. We never learn why she hasn’t let her parents know she babysits for extra money especially since it’s not only a job she loves but it’s actually one she excels at. We never learn why she doesn’t want that moment to go viral. And, other than the white lady white ladying notion, we never really learn what she thinks about her previously detached employers suddenly taking a keen interest in her life. I just wanted more from this character. I think that if we’d been given more it would have made the story much more interesting.

And now we come to the reason I ended up hating this book. Alix has a group of girlfriends. Tamra is the “black friend”. She is the point person on blackness for these women. Tamra is the new model for wokeness. She sports her hair in shoulder-length locs. She is well educated and the principal of a prestigious prep school in Manhattan. Her twins sport full, curly afros and speak fluent French. Despite her perceived “wokeness” she exhibits so much antiblackness towards Emira that I was legitimately pissed by the end of the book.

There is a scene toward the end of the book where Alix is unsure about her perception of a situation. She looks to her friends for their opinions and when one of the other women implies( in the nicest possible way!) that Alix’s whiteness may be contributing to how she’s perceiving the issue, Tamra steps in and co-signs Alix’s garbage choice! Really, girl! I have amazing friendships with white women and I think one of the reasons is because they know I will call them out on their privilege in a heartbeat. When you love people you want them to be better, to know better and to do better. Tamra became the black friend white women will use to excuse their behavior and I could not believe she was written by a black author.

The only thing I liked about the book was the relationship between Emira and the little girl she babysits, Briar. I loved the way Emira was able to see the person Briar was and give her what she needed. Riley was able to portray the conflict some of the women hired to care for children may feel. Perhaps the situation is not the best for them but a lot of them will ultimately stay on longer because they feel a responsibility to those kids.

I really wanted to love this book, perhaps that’s why I was so deeply disappointed by it. Have you read it? What did you think?

The New Normal

In the month since my last post, the world has changed for all of us.

How are you all doing? Right now is a lot! Like we’re living in some sort of collective fever dream. My anxiety throws me into overdrive. I can’t sleep. I can’t stop refreshing news sites. I check Twitter. I watch news conferences on YouTube and the daily briefings from the governor . And then, I avoid everything and pretend it’s not happening. That it’s a vacation, complete with mid-morning dance parties and early evening cocktails. I’m hoping in the coming weeks to find some sort of balance. If The Good Place taught us anything, it’s that living in limbo is it’s own kind of hell!

I’m establishing a new routine for us. But, I’m also saying yes to lazy days and ignoring my to do list when we need it. I’m trying to stay informed. But, I’m also choosing to spend a chunk of the day off line listening to music and reading books. We’re doing some school work with Rowan. But, I know that I’m not an educator and I need to redefine what success looks like in these extraordinary circumstances. I’m also recognizing the privilege in slowing down and taking my time to process as I know many people are still out there as essential workers or now working from home and taking on the additional responsibility of educating their kids while doing so.

I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say except that I’m thinking of you and hoping that you are all safe and staying healthy. Cut yourself some slack for not being able to do it all or not wanting to do anything. In this new normal, getting through the day is a job well done.

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Worn || Happy

Sadness and grief make the world look different. Everything is the same but different. The world keeps moving. Life, as they say, goes on. The sun isn’t shining but the temperature is blessedly warm for a mid-western winter. So, I’m keeping things simple- a favorite sweater, jeans, sneakers and a coat from my mom.

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Good-bye

My mom passed away on January 10. It’s been a week since her burial and everything feels different but also the same. I wasn’t sure I could speak at her funeral but in the end, I did because it’s what she would have wanted.

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These were my words about her…

Mothers and daughters are a complicated thing. But, I was hers and she was mine, Now she’s gone and I’m not sure how I’ll exist in a world without her.

This week I’ve been thinking of what I could say about her and I keep coming back to a line from the third act of Shakespeare’s Midsummer Night’s Dream….

“Though she be but little, she is fierce!”

And, that was my mom. Everyone knows about her fierce sense of style, but she also had a fierce and sometimes inappropriate sense of humor, easing tension and sometimes embarrassing her teenage daughter with a quick one-liner and a smile!

She loved fiercely, deeply and unconditionally! I described her to one of my daughters as a tiny love bomb raining down affection on those she loved. Once she decided you were one of her people, YOU WERE ONE OF HER PEOPLE! She was black girl magic before it had a name! She sashayed so that we could twirl. I know that she would look out at this crowd filled with love, flash that million-dollar smile, do a tiny fist pump and say “YASSSSSS babies!”

She lived fiercely. Confidently. Without regret. She dreamed big, technicolor dreams and then she made them come true!

She was all of those things. But, she was also just mom. Mom who made me oatmeal and toast every morning for breakfast until I graduated from high school. Mom who encouraged my love of reading and art, flowers and fashion. She was mom who held my hand as I became a mom and soothed my heart when it was broken. And when the world was too heavy, no matter how old I was, I could crawl into her bed and she would hug me and make it better.

She always left the same message on my voicemail, “Rae, it’s your mom. Call me! Your gonna miss me when I’m dead and gone”. I’d roll my eyes and say “sure, mom!” never imagining we would be here and how right she would be. I miss her already. And, I’m so sad.

Thank you, mama, for loving me fiercely even when I felt undeserving of it. I’m the woman, wife, and mother I am because of you and the world was a better place because you were here.


Going Gray || Let's Get Physical

Can we talk about aging? More specifically, can we talk about women aging? I think about how hard it must be for kids to grow up in the internet age where they are constantly blasted by ideals of perfection. The perfect aesthetic, the perfect relationship, the perfect body, and the perfect face. Even as a 46-year-old, I’m not immune to those pressures. Tyra Banks, Gabrielle Union, Heidi Klum, and Marisa Tomei are all incredibly beautiful women who are also 46. Nothing short of a deal with the devil would put me in the same class as any of these women. But my point is that the pressure regardless of age is still there.

This year I chose movement as my word of the year. For me, a huge part of aging gracefully is to take control of my physical health. I can’t say that I’ve ever been athletic…there was the cheerleading thing in high school but that was more about the outfit! But, there were a few years when I worked out regularly. If I’m being honest, I loved the way it felt. I loved knowing that in those 45 minutes my body had intention and my movements were deliberate. And, I liked the way I looked. Thin but strong and capable. I don’t look that way anymore and I most certainly don’t feel that way. This month I’m prioritizing my fitness! I'm going to work out for 30 days. No excuses. I started January 2 since the month has 31 days in it. So far, success! I’m cleaning up my diet even more and changing some things about the way that I eat. But, we’ll discuss that when I check-in after 30 days ;) And here, in the name of transparency and accountability, are the most unflattering photos I’ve ever willingly published on Al Gore’s internet. Ooff! I’m hoping to lose weight obviously, but I’d like to see things a bit tighter and firmer. I’ll see you with an update in a month!

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This and That || Holiday Edition

I went to Goodwill looking for a few kitschy Christmas ornaments and came out with two pale pink sweaters. Go figure! I knew this one would be perfect for a few holiday-inspired outfits.


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This soft pink sweater with the embellished collar is perfect to be dressed up in any number of ways. Perhaps, you’re going to grab a few drinks after work with colleagues or maybe your office is has having a simple lunch during the work day and you want to look festive but not over the top! I paired the top with a knit Missoni+Target skirt, tights and booties. Casual, festive and work appropriate.

This may be my personal favorite because sparkle, obviously! Sweater, leggings, heels and you’re done! Easy peasy! And while everyone may not own a pair of sequin leggings- if you don’t, you should- but this outfit could be equally adorable with plain black leggings and a glitzy shoe. I’ve been binge watching The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel and this feels very Midge to me. This is a perfect look for your partner’s work party at a brewery. If that seems oddly specific, it’s because I’m wearing this to my husband’s company party at a brewery. LOL!

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A cinched waist and full skirt is a classic silhouette. I think this would perfect to wear to a holiday luncheon or perhaps a cocktail party at a friends home. And, I’m never going to pass up the chance to wear my wedding shoes!

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And, once you’ve survived the holiday madness it’s perfect with jeans and over the knee boots for grabbing brunch with your best girls.

Pink sweater with jeweled collar Goodwill $4.99/ similar here *

Outfit details:

Outfit 1:

Skirt: Missoni+Target- Target here *

Tights: Old Navy

Booties: Goodwill /similar here *

Outfit 2:

Sequin leggings: Express/ similar here *

Heels: Kate Spade/ similar here *

Leopard Coat: Forever21/ similar here *

Outfit 3:

Skirt: Zara- Goodwill/ similar here *

Heels: Sam Edelman/ similar here *

Belt: Amazon *

Outfit 4:

Jeans: American Eagle

Boots: Forever21 / similar here *

Easy Holiday Wreath DIY

My requirements for any DIY project are cheap and easy. And, this one is both. I have a few of the standard fuax evergreen wreaths that I’ve collected over the years. And while there’s nothing wrong them, there’s not a whole lot that’s right with them either. A quick Walmart run and $20 later, I was set.

People who know me will tell you how much I dislike fake flowers! But, I have to admit they’ve come a long way! My tip-if your using fakes invest in an assortment of greenery in various shades and textures. It makes the arrangement look much more authentic. Anyway, I got a few different types of greenery, berries, one large cabbage rose, a spray of anemones and some glitter branches(of course!) and went to work.

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Don’t be afraid to deconstruct the bunches! It makes them easier to work with and they look more authentic when you use stems instead of a huge bunch.

I had some florist wire on standby but found it unnecessary. The stems were long enough to weave throughout the wreath. When I need something to stay in place I simply wrapped one of the evergreen “branches” around it and fluffed it out to fill in any holes.

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Start to finish, the project took about 30 minutes including the time I spent trying to remember where I put the wreath hanger last year, you know because in a box with the rest of decorations is far too logical of a place for it! And I’m pretty happy with the results!

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Happy Holidays!

Style Archetype|| Urban Academic

This year I’ve happily rediscovered my interest in fashion and personal style. My focus has been on finding things in my closet that I already love and wearing them in a way that works with my much more laid back life. I’ve also taken a hard look at consumerism and fast fashion. I haven’t been compelled to shop the way I used to and most of my clothes are thrifted. The other day I was hanging out in Target, as you do, and I saw plenty of things I liked. But, I didn’t see anything I loved enough to buy. That’s huge for me! And while I’m moving more in the direction of curating a closet of wearable items that reflect my personal style and make me feel great, I knew that a capsule wardrobe wasn’t for me. I could never figure out a way to pare down my wardrobe while at the same time having enough variety to keep it interesting. For a lot of people, clothing is purely utilitarian but a lot of times it’s a way I can express myself creatively. Then, I discovered the idea of style archetypes or wardrobe moods while scrolling through Reddit one sleepless night.

Style archetypes…this is an idea I can get into! I’m concentrating on developing my archetypes. My first one is Urban Academic. For this category, I focus on classic pieces while styling them in a slightly edgier way.

My style muses for this category are Tracee Ellis Ross, Yara Shahidi, Jenna Lyons, Rashida Jones and Sarah Jessica Parker. All of these women serve up street style in a wearable way that I love.

Feeling inspired here are a few looks I pulled together. Nothing here is new. Once again I looked at things I already owned with an open mind and created pairings that feel fresh to me.

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