Why The Book Thief Is A Horrible Book

And a sign that we are doomed.

Reason #1: Because it has lines like this:

“So much good, so much evil. Just add water.”

Blech.  The author uses a unique narrative style that is supposed to be all innovative and such.  It’s really just dumb.

Reason #2: Here’s where I get really heated (so please excuse me while I get melodramatic)–

Adding yet another fictitious book or movie about the German Holocaust of World War II to the hundreds that already exist is not a good idea, at least not while there is a dearth of works about the other genocides of our time.

Here’s why:

In Constitutional Law class, on of my law school classmates made the following analogy (I forget what it was about):

Maybe it wouldn’t be like Nazi Germany where, you know, they kill you.  Maybe it would be more like Stalinist Russia, where they just take your property.

It took me a few moments to retrieve my jaw from off the floor.

In Stalinist Russia they just take your property.

This is what my generation thinks.

This classmate of mine is and was intelligent, educated in fine Catholic schools and a prestigious private university. But our generation, and those that followed, have been fed a steady diet of books and movies like When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit, The Diary of Anne Frank, NightSchindler’s List, and (now) The Book Thief.

We have read nothing about the 30+ million people killed in the Bolshevik Revolution.

Nothing about the 40 million killed under Mao Zedong.

Nothing about the horrors under Pol Pot, about the Armenian genocide, and precious little about the horrors occurring in North Korea to this very day.

And here I can’t help but become a bit of a conspiracy theorist and think that we know less about those other atrocities because they were committed by the political left.  Hitler, being on the political right, is a more comfortable target for journalists, moviemakers and writers, a majority of whom (I think) hover left of center.  It’s so dumb to think in those terms, really, because as far as I can see, political ideologies don’t form a straight line so much as a sphere.  The extreme right and extreme left meet in the middle as far as their effect on the unfortunate populations ruled by them.

In our ignorance, we dress our kids in tee-shirts with Chairman Mao’s image on it, and let them frolic around in public, without a care in the world about public condemnation.  (Seriously, I saw this with my own eyes.)

Can you imagine anyone in mainstream America putting their kid in a tee-shirt with Hitler’s image?  No.  Of course not.  God forbid.

A recent survey showed that only 48% of people worldwide under age 35 know about the Nazi Holocaust.  That ignorance is shocking and disturbing and unacceptable.  But if any significant part of that 48% includes moderately to well-educated young people from mainstream America, I’ll make like Mr. Grimwig and eat my head.  Like my Con Law classmate, we know all about the Holocaust and precious little about the rest of history.

I don’t want people reading and writing any less about the Holocaust except insofar as it gives us a myopic sense of the Nazi Holocaust being the one, unique event of its kind.

It’s not not not that I think we should be any less aware of the incomprehensibly horrific Nazi Holocaust.  And certainly, by the numbers, it was the worst or one of the worst ever.  By focusing on it to the exclusion of other genocides, however, we have become over confident.

We (and I’m speaking for my peers here) think we know what evil looks like.  It’s Hitler.  We understand him (or at least we think we do), and we would never make the same mistake Germany did in electing such a monster to power.  We would never turn a blind eye when a certain minority group is targeted.  We would never fall sway to a megalomaniacal demagogue.  We. Know. Better.

But we have no idea about the other “Hitlers” of recent history.  About Mao and Pol Pot and Stalin and the genocides in Armenia and Rwanda and the Congo.

They say those who are ignorant of history are doomed to repeat it.

We are doomed to repeat it.

A Minimal-ish Summer Momiform, 2014 Edition

Hello everyone!  It’s about time for another installment of my Style & the Stay-At-Home Mom on-again off-again series.  {And the crowd goes wild.}

Style & the SAHM

Last summer was the first summer I really had a week’s worth of outfits that really worked for my lifestyle.  This summer is similar but (I hope) a bit better.  Most of the shirts I wore last year were worn out I was sick of after a year, so I’ve picked up some new pieces.

Last year, I discovered the Athleta Wherever skort.  It worked well, but this year I went with something a little more streamlined and less flowy, the Sweet Sport Skort.  Sadly, it’s sold out except in XXS, last I checked.   There are several to choose from on eBay though (mine is the Tall length).  Also, the “Sweet Sport Skort Active,” which is the same style but shorter, is still available.  It might work for some of you more petite ladies.

I’m still struggling with proportions: what shaped top goes with what shaped bottom (and what shaped items go with my bottom *ahem*).  I feel like I’m missing whatever gene makes this instinctual for some people.

Generally, I’m happier with tops that have some drape.


I love this linen tee from Madewell.  (Comme ci, Comme ca translates, I’m pretty sure, to “32 years old and desperately trying to stay become hip.”)  My two-year old stretched out the neckline a bit, boo hoo.

And sometimes it makes my arm fall off.  I hate it when that happens.


Another success is this “tail” shirt from Anthropologie (no longer available in this color):


It, too, is looking worse for the wear after only a few months.  I’m starting to accept that knit, casual tops are only going to last me one season.

I’ve been a less happy with my Breton tees from Boden.  They’re fine, and better layered with a jacket or puffer vest in the fall.  But on their own . . . boxy and not especially flattering.


I think more fitted, stretchy knit tees can be an elegant, minimalistic choice.  But for those of us with a bit of a tum to hide, drapey is the way to go.  

Even then, drapey can be difficult, as in the case of this linen baseball tee from J. Crew, which I purchased recently on sale.  It’s hard to get it to look right.  On its own, it’s too shapeless, I think:


Better with a necklace:


Okay-est with a half-tuck, I think.



I think???

Another piece I wear with some frequency is this dress from Old Navy:


It’s my first foray into wearing dresses for every day.  I finally got around to having it altered, and I’m glad I did.

Okay, surely there’s a law against posting this many blurry pictures of oneself on the internet in one day.  So I’m stopping here.

And for the fun of linking up with Heather for Five Favorites Wednesday, here are five of my favorite pieces that I’m wearing this summer:

1. Birkenstock Gizeh sandals

2. Crocs Estiva ballet flats (currently on sale)

3. Madewell linen tee (currently on sale)

4. Athleta Sweet Sport Skort

5. These prescription sunglasses from Firmoo.  Now I can see without squinting outside.  Possibly my favorite purchase of the year.  Firmoo usually has a promo code for free shipping, or for 50% off your first purchase.

What about you?  What are you wearing this summer?

How To Look Less Bad: Part Two {Style & the SAHM}

Style and the stay at home mom

How’s your summer uniform/ wardrobe working out for you?

Me?  Not so great.  The style-and-the-SAHM action around here has been less style and more SAH lately.

But I did learn a valuable lesson the other day.

Here’s what I’ve been wearing from time to time:

IMG_6515 IMG_6518

Oh yikes.  This just screams “MOM”!  My kids scream “MOM!” quite enough.  I don’t need my clothes to scream it too.

I couldn’t figure out what was wrong until I remembered Fran wore a similar-yet-cute outfit with the same shirt.

From Franish

Aha!  Yes.

Audrey said it so long ago, but I had to learn the hard way–


TUCK IN YOUR SHIRT . . . and put on a belt.

Style & the SAHM: Tuck in your shirt!

Isn’t that better?  It still says, “Mom,” but . . . softly.

Admittedly, tucking your shirt in is not right for all outfits.  And maybe not necessary for a shorter, more fitted shirt.  But when in doubt, I think tucking in is usually a good idea.  I think.

I make mistakes so you don’t have to (as in How To Look Less Bad, Part 1).

Go tuck in your shirt.  You can thank me later.


7 quick takes about power suits, nail polish, and double entendres

{Apologies if you’re looking for a new Style & the SAHM post.  I accidentally published it early and then removed it.  It will be back on Tuesday.}

1. Even the most successful, powerful women in the world have trouble finding clothes that suit them. That’s what I learned reading this article about the clothing line, Nina McLemore.

The line specializes in styles that are “in road-worthy luxury fabrics and styles that are never revealing” for women “who want to look sharp but not have the focus on their clothing and appearance.”  The clothes comes in feminine colors because  “femininity and color no longer signal a lack of authority.”   Still, the line “doesn’t scream brand name and doesn’t call attention to itself.”  It suits even women who “don’t all come in designer sizes, (which generally stop at size 10 or 12).”  The styles “include options for most body types, and the fabric is tested for comfort and durability.”

Unfortunately, the entire Nina McLemore line is basically one variation or another on the power suit.  Not my style at all.  And their website looks like a time capsule from 1998.

Still, it’s refreshing to read about a line that was built around real women and their needs.  Most clothes seem to be designed with 20-year old, size zero socialites in mind, leaving those with different shapes and different lifestyles out in the cold.  (Twenty-year old, size zero socialites are real women too.  You know what I mean.) At the very least, it makes me feel better about the challenges I have in finding clothes that work.  Apparently I’m in good company.

2. My front flower beds are a disgrace, particularly the one on the right. IMG_6511 IMG_6512 It’s disappointing because I put a lot of work into them over the past three years (not so much this year, when the slug life chose me).  When I created the flowerbed, I laid down newspaper over the preexisting grass and leaves and put down layers of sand and planting soil.  I guess I didn’t build the bed up high enough or something because the crabgrass has taken over completely.

I’m contemplating whether to (a) fight back or (b) pull out the paving stones and replant grass around the bushes (there are azalea bushes beneath all the weeds), or (c) put down pebbles around the bushes and just do flower planters.  I have daffodils down there that pop up every year in the early spring.  I guess I can dig them up and plant the bulbs elsewhere?

3.  Because everyone loves to talk nail polish . . .  I bought some Vinylux nail polish and used it with the Vinylux “7 day” top coat.  The top coat didn’t give me spectacular results when I used it with OPI color, but  so far so good with the polish and top coat combined.  It’s gone 24 hours without chipping, even after I took a shower.  That’s a record for me.  I wish I chose a different color, but it’s not too bad.

Vinylux "Clay Canyon"

Vinylux “Clay Canyon”

4. Some days I listen to this 11 hour recording of Tibetan singing bowls, when my nerves are frazzled. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q5dU6serXkg

Pat listened for a little while and observed,

“I like it.  It has all the benefits of wind chimes with none of the commitment.”

5. My brother, John, is a composer.  Some of his compositions are available here for streaming.  He’s written a lot over the years, but my favorite is still Nocturne, from 2008. One of the lesser-known of John’s many musical talents is playing the accordion.  We’ll see if it catches on with Girl 1.

Martha and Sebastian meet a baby chick

6. Speaking of brothers, here’s another photo from my brother Stephen, taken of my sister and her little boy. Aren’t they precious?   010d1b67e3f7bfde411f66677d4bd4c73b8d05db81

7. Question for you  . . . .  A double entendre is where you say something that, on the surface, has an innocent meaning, but can also be taken with a different, less-innocent, usually sexual meaning. What do you call it when that first-impression, surface meaning is sexual, or “naughty,” but the intended effect is to be “oh, ha ha, this is actually innocent”?  It’s like a reverse double entendre.  But what if your underage daughter is involved? What do you call that?  . . . I call it messed up.

And decorating it with this:   IMG_6509

does not make it family friendly when you also decorate with this: IMG_6508

Signing out from prude central (am I??) and linking up with Conversion Diary for 7 Quick Takes.  Happy weekend!

Theme Songs of My Life

Jennifer asked her readers about their “theme songs”: a song that reminds you vividly of a specific time in your life.

This is fun to ponder.  I’ve been out of the habit of listening to music for so long.  But it’s amazing how many memories and emotions stay connected with a song, no matter how much time goes by.  Here are some of my “theme songs.”

1. She’s Always A Woman by Billy Joel: Pat got me Billy Joel’s greatest hits a few weeks before Girl 1 was born, and we listened to that 3 CD set over and over.  And when Pat first held Girl 1 after she was born, he sang this to her.  We kept singing it to her throughout the coming months.  We played it in the car when she fussed.  No surprise that, at less than two years old, we were singing it to her and she piped in with the “oohs” at the beginning of the refrain, with perfect timing.  Her first song.  The question is whether Pat was prescient in choosing this song, or whether hearing it so much influenced Girl 1’s personality.



1.5 Careful by Guster: This reminds me of driving around, lost, in Northwestern Virginia on a snowy day, with Lizzie.  And of multiple other memories.

2. One Year Past Twenty, by Judd and Maggie.  This is Martha’s and my theme song, only because of the first line:

Somethin’ ’bout the way/

you say “shut up”/

makes me know I’m gonna miss you.


3. Let Your Troubles Roll By by Carbon Leaf: This is Pat’s favorite band.  I listened to their albums over and over again at work, and on the subway to and from work on my little off-brand, old-school MP3 player.  I clung to music, in a way I never had before, to get me through the last few, exhausting months of work at a DC law firm (which also happened to be the last few months before Girl 1 was born).

4. MmmBop by Hanson: Oh, 1997, you were not the greatest year for me.  But I will always love your music.  And say what you want; Hanson was way better than any other boy band.  (Though the BSB put on one hell of a show.)  Other songs that bring back that era for me: Third Eye Blind Jumper, Matchbox 20’s Push (Rob Thomas’s voice, OMG), Paula Cole Where Have All the Cowboys Gone, Savage Garden Truly Madly Deeply . . . so many.

Attending Hanson concert while old enough to drink a beer = the life.

Attending Hanson concert with my sisters, while old enough to drink a beer = the life.

5. Anyone At All by Carole King: Pat’s and my song.  Even though Pat hates it.



Embarrassing revelations tonight brought to you courtesy of Primal Roots red wine, available in fine supermarkets everywhere.

Linking up with Heather for Five Favorites Wednesday.

What Should Mermaids Wear to Mass?

Here’s what I wore today:

J. Crew Factory ponte flare dress (no longer available): thrifted scarf

J. Crew Factory ponte flare dress (no longer available):
thrifted April Cornell scarf 

And what I wore last week:

J. Crew Factory ponte dress; Lia Sophia necklace

J. Crew Factory ponte dress; Lia Sophia necklace

Which accessory do you think is better?

Here is what Girl 1’s doll wore to Mass today:

What mermaids wear to Mass

Not recommended.  Although it got me thinking, what should modesty standards be for mermaids?  If all mermaids bare their navels, is it immodest?  Perhaps it would be acceptable at an all-mermaid mass.  At a human, Tridentine Mass, though, it gets a little more dicey.  Thankfully, we didn’t get kicked out.

Here’s what I wore a few weeks ago.


I’ve been less enthusiastic about outfit posts lately, since packing on a few pounds.  But I know I don’t want to see only perfect-bodied people’s outfits.  So here I am, doing my part to keep WIWS real and imperfect.  :-)


Happy Sunday!

7 Quick Takes About Algebra, Myers-Briggs, and American Girl

1.  I ordered Roman shades for our living and dining rooms.  Finally!

I can check off one of the items on my New Year’s goal list.  My days of being depressed by my pathetic living room curtains are numbered.

Even once I saved up the money to buy the shades, I procrastinated ordering them.  Such a hassle–measuring the windows, choosing fabrics and styles.  I don’t enjoy that process much.  I just want it done but done perfectly.

And then comparison shopping between retailers.  . . . I priced Budget Blinds, Next Day blinds,the Levolor brand from Lowe’s (on sale), Bali (from Lowe’s), and the same brands from JC Penney.

Levolor from Lowe’s was the cheapest by far.  The down side is that we need to install them ourselves.  (“We” meaning Pat does the work and I stand by barking helpful hints.)  If Pat and I ever divorce, it will be because of window treatment installation.  I’m considering hiring someone to do it, so I won’t need to be diplomatic.


2. When was the last time you used algebra?  It was two weeks ago for me.  Our local consignment store offers you a choice between (a) paying a $6 consignor fee and then getting 50% of the sales on your stuff or (b) paying no fee and getting 40%.

Which to choose?

0.5x – 6 = 0.4x

0.5x = 0.4x +6

0.1x = 6

x= 60

Amiright amiright?

If I’m right, that means I’d have to sell $60 worth of stuff to make back my $6 fee.  I’m going with the 40/60 deal because I don’t trust our crummy consignment store to get $60 for my stuff.


3. Marissa Mayer, CEO of Yahoo! made news the other day for showing up two hours late to a meeting with important potential advertisers with the company.  She made news a few years ago, when she was hired, for being the first pregnant woman to be appointed CEO of such a large company (or something like that).  She’s been in the spotlight a lot since then, especially since she has an uphill job turning Yahoo!’s fortunes around.

Anyway, reading that made me think, “What if her kid is sick?  What if she was up with him all night?”  Just thinking about her life stresses me out.


4. I’m feeling a bit better about my fondness for Impressionism, after reading about how a Monet water-lily painting earned top dollar at a recent auction.  I guess I share tastes with some wealthy Chinese and Russian art collectors.


5. Congratulations to Ellen, who is having her baby boy today!  Check out the precious nursery she put together for him.


6. I’m reading Please Understand Me, which is a primer on the Myers-Briggs personality types.  Funny–some of the characteristics of temperaments other than mine are things that I always considered character flaws!  There’s a certain amount of navel-gazing in poring over personality-type material, but it also goes a long way in helping me tolerate other people!

It’s also fascinating (and confusing) to ponder how much of someone’s temperament is inborn, how much is developed due to external circumstances (“nature vs. nurture”), how much is due to developmental disabilities or psychological disorders, and how much is simply individuality.

For instance, I think Girl1 is definitely ENF . . . J or P, not sure about that last letter yet.  (Girl2 is possibly an introvert–an “I” and not an “E”–I’m not sure about her other traits.  Right now she is so very two years old.  The two-ness overshadows her other traits.)

The book explains, “The NF child is not really comfortable in large groups where instruction is not individualized.”  This makes me think of Girl 1’s  soccer experience, where she had a hard time comprehending the instructions that the coach would shout out to the group.  I attributed it to a cognitional/ sensory condition, but maybe it’s just temperament.  And is there really a bright distinction?

Also, “NF children . . . may want the same story read over and over.”  I started reading Girl 1 a chapter book, Little House in the Big Woods, but we didn’t make it through.  Each time I picked it up, she wanted me to start at the beginning again.  I couldn’t help being a little concerned because, at age five, it seemed to me that she was old enough to be read chapter books.  But maybe she’s just the type who needs more repetition.


7. Anyone else out there remember Pleasant Company, i.e. American Girl before it sold out to Mattel?  (I just realized that all of the original dolls have been discontinued.  Sniff!)

Remember the message from Pleasant T. Rowland on the back of the catalogs?  I was fascinated that someone was named “Pleasant.”

I still have catalogs from the late 80s and early 90s stored away.  Such fond memories.  I also have a Molly doll in a box under my bed, just waiting for my girls to be old enough for her.  I’m second-guessing whether I need to save all those catalogs for posterity though.  I could make a respectable sum for them on eBay . . . .

Happy weekend everyone!  Click over to Conversion Diary for more quick takes.




How I Passionately Feared A Book and Accidentally Loved It

I was afraid to read Jennifer Fulwiler’s recently-released memoir, Something Other Than God: How I Passionately Sought Happiness and Accidentally Found It.  More specifically, I was afraid to review it.

You see, there’s been a lot of hubbub about this book in the little section of the internet where I hang out.  A bandwagon, of sorts.  And I’m a bandwagon-avoider.  When I hear the band music playing, I prefer to hang back rather than jump on the wagon.  Sometimes I might roll my eyes just a bit.

It’s not because I’m so terribly original or that I’m so terribly secure in my own opinions.  Not at all.  I just tend to hang back a bit and not to hop on, at least not right away. Usually, anyway.

So when Jennifer’s book came out, I got paranoid: “What if I don’t like it?”

Another blogger got some flak for giving it four stars instead of five on Amazon.  Seriously??

Also, other (apparent) Catholics have jumped all over those who critiqued the book.

What if I gave it an outright negative review?  I’d be tarred and feathered and banished from Catholic blog world.  At the very least, it would be awkward to do a Seven Quick Takes link up again.

Would I have the guts to write what I really thought?

That Thing You Do Jimmy

But then I needed reading material for a flight one recent weekend, and I couldn’t resist loading the book onto my [Pat’s] Kindle.

Plus, a scathingly brilliant idea occurred to me: if I didn’t like the book, I didn’t have to blog about it.  I could keep my critique to my self.  The internet would live to see another day without my thoughts on this particular book.  The world would keep on turning.

 But I needn’t have worried,

 because I really like the book.  Seriously, seriously like it a lot.

You can read all about the book in plenty of other places.  I don’t have much to add about the content.  In a nutshell:

What struck me is that the writing is tight.  Jennifer is a talented writer, and apparently her editor is very talented too.  Also, I’d venture a guess that Jennifer’s computer-programming background might help her, because the book is so cohesive.   Every anecdote, every bit of dialogue plays a part and develops the story as a whole.

I really appreciate writers who stick with what they know.  I also appreciate books that are succinct.   Jennifer’s book satisfies on both counts.   I’m sure Jennifer had dozens of experiences and thoughts that she wanted to include but didn’t, just as a good computer programmer doesn’t leave stray lines of code in a program that the software doesn’t need (so my husband tells me).   Instead, she leaves in just those that move the story along.

I’ve seen a critique or two asking why Something Other Than God doesn’t address this or that objection to Catholicism.  I can see how a lesser writer would have tried to address more of those objections.  But Jennifer didn’t write a book called, “Everything You Could Possibly Want To Know About Catholicism.”  She wrote a memoir.  She keeps the focus on her thought processes, her conversion experience, her story.

And it’s a great story.


I’m linking up with Housewife Spice for What We’re Reading Wednesday.

Housewifespice had more important things going on.  Congratulations!

On Art, Law Firms, and Choosing What You Love

I love Impressionism.  I visited the Met once and was fascinated Monet’s paintings, the way they look like swirls and gobs of paint up close but then coalesce into flowers, bridges, and people as you step back.

At the law firm I worked at in DC, all the new associates got an office decorating allowance.  Most used it to get their law school diplomas framed, but my parents already had done this for me.  Instead I bought a large, framed poster of Monet’s  Le Pont Japonais a Giverny.  From Posters.com.  Sophisticated I was not.

Monet, Le Pont Japonais a Giverny, via

A partner came into my little office and took a long look at the poster.

“You like Monet?” I asked.

“He’s okay,” he replied with a shrug.

Possibly my co-workers considered choice in wall art declassé.

In her book, Redeemed, Heather King describes a law office she worked at in Los Angeles, noting the framed Impressionist prints on the wall.  Her point was that it was an uninspired, backward, soul-stifling place to work,  not the hip, happening environment she was expecting in LA.

Claude Monet – The Walk – Woman with a Parasol, via

Claude Monet, The Seine at Giverny, via

The law office where I worked, my floor anyway, had mainly modern art.  I recall a mustard-hued, abstract painting of intersecting circles hanging outside the conference room.  Somehow, it didn’t inspire me.

Jean-Honore Fragonard, The Swing (not an Impressionist but similar, I think)

I am running out of wall space in our house.  Possibly my decor personality is Granny-chic.  Possibly that’s because I buy most of my wall art at the thrift store and at rummage sales.  Unfortunately, they often come in glaring brass frames.

Eugène Boudin, Washerwomen on the Beach of Etretat, via

But I don’t care, because Impressionism makes me happy.


Linking up with Heather, because that makes me happy too, and because these are five of my favorites of the prints that hang on my walls.

Seven Quick Takes About Dancing and Other Offensive Things

1. Girl 1 had her first ballet recital a week ago.  Too bad she’s so shy.

ballet recital

2, My girls have watched Sleeping Beauty quite a bit.  Which view of the movie do you take?


3. Or Simcha’s?

I’m with Joannie.  I guess I see Simcha’s point but . . . meh.  I still like the movie.

4. My girls have moved on to Robin Hood.

They watch a lot of movies.  They wake up at the crack of dawn, watch a show, bug me for stuff [TBT they're usually bugging Pat for stuff at this point b/c I'm still asleep], eat their first breakfast, get dressed, bug me for stuff, play outside, fight, bug me for stuff, eat their second breakfast, play outside again, fight, watch another show.

And I’ll look at the clock and it’ll only be 10 a.m.  Summer is way too long, and it hasn’t even started yet!

5. They were dancing around, entertaining other patients in the chiropractor’s waiting room the other day.   Charming everyone, making me so proud.  And then, Girl 1 starts shaking what her mama gave her.  I about died of embarrassment.

As best I can discern, the particular move she employed was inspired by this scene:

Little John shaking what his mama gave him


6. I recently discovered how to make .gif files and, you might have noticed, I’m spending way too much time making them.

Pat, on the other hand, enjoys photoshop-type creativity:

Singe 'Er Ella


7. I saw this on clearance at the grocery store the other day.


Ideal man valentine candy


My first impression was that it’s funny.  My second impression was that Pat wouldn’t see the humor.  Third impression: Of course he wouldn’t see the humor because it’s horribly, offensively sexist.  I don’t even know what sexist means anymore, but I know it when I see it [name that quote?] and this is it.

So on that completely inappropriate note, happy Father’s Day tomorrow to all fathers out there (all two of you who are reading this)!


ballet recital


For more quick takes, head over to Team Whittaker, who is hosting the link-up this week.