Issue #129: This again
Good morning, shoppers!
Greetings from the swamp! It’s water aerobics szn, where the humidity that we conveniently forget about every year rears its excessively damp head yet again.
Great things about the swamp: my guy Shrek lives there. And so do all of us. Let’s all agree to live life like an ogre: antisocial but heckin loyal, great at boundaries, groovin’ to Smashmouth whenever possible, and standing up for what we believe in, even when it requires venturing out of our personal swamps. Not a bad way to be. Let’s get on it.
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Kase + Maggie
Salad season is here! I’m a year-round salad lover, but with temperatures rising, I’m spending more time than usual planning, chopping and perfecting summer salads. This book has inspired me, giving me tons of ideas for things to assemble in a giant bowl and call a meal when I’d rather be scream-singing along to this. Here’s to a summer spent with a mouthful of big, leafy greens and me buying this t-shirt. —MC
There is never a time I’m not interested in ice cream. I love ice cream so much, I can almost consider it a personality trait. Two summers ago, I made a different flavor every week. We called it the Summer of Screaming, and I realized mid-pour that a hot chocolate ganache wouldn’t mix well with an ice cream cake. You live, you learn, you still get to eat a bunch of ice cream either way if you’re lucky. So needless to say, when the email touting this miracle pint saver came through, I not only starred it, I marked it as unread so it wouldn’t sink to the bottom of my inbox. That’s how pumped I was about it. I don’t know where I think I’m going, but wherever I do, damn is that ice cream going to stay cold. —KW
For someone whose college nickname was “Maggie Spills,” I must confess that buying a pair of white jeans was a bold move. But at $88, this roomy pair from Madewell felt like a low-stakes entry into the world of nautical-inspired dressing. I recently wore them to the office with a button-down and espadrilles and later that day during an impromptu longboard lesson along the East River. Happy to report they worked in both scenarios and I managed not to spill anything on them (or myself) for a whole 14 hours. —MC
I am what I would categorize as an enthusiastic but sloppy traveler. I book activities with glee and dream for months, but when the time comes to pack my bags, I freeze. What do I bring? Do I even know how to sit on an airplane anymore? What was I thinking? And most importantly: what shoes am I bringing? Clearly nothing I own will suffice, including my beloved Crocs with carefully selected jibbitz. So one week ahead of a planned two-week trip, the hunt began. When the majority of reviews on an item begin with “I purchased these for my grandmother/elderly neighbor/favorite three-thousand-year-old statue that was cursed with the power to move about freely,” it’s both a good and a bad sign. Anticipating a lot of walking, I ordered a pair of these — beloved by aged acquaintances everywhere, apparently — for both myself and my husband, who hadn’t even gotten around to thinking of what he would wear ahead of our trip. The idea was that my pick, a classic white sneaker (tipped with Stan Smith-ish kelly green), would go with any and all outfits, and his, an off-white and burgundy ordeal, would do the same, pairing as well with dress-up clothes as they do with more casual wear. Kiziks’ main value prop is that they can be hands-free, employing a kind of internal spring mechanism in the heel that lets you shove your foot in without bending over and have it pop up, which it does, but even better for me is the squishy outsole and comfy fit, allowing me to wear them straight out of the box, blister and ache free. I’m talking 20k steps and we’re still happy. Is it weird if I order another pair in a different style to have waiting for me when I get home? I’m just gonna say no. —KW
For the past couple of years, I’ve been wearing a fitted at the beach. When I say “fitted,” I mean a fitted cap, specifically one a friend gifted me years ago. It does the job of keeping the sun of my eyes but it never quite works with the rest of my look. Enter this yellow straw hat from Tabitha Brown’s collaboration with Target. At $20, it’s an affordable pop of color and sun protection. And chances are, it’ll make me look a lot less like a ballplayer and more like a beach babe. –MC
You know where this is going.
How many times do we have to do this? A lot, as it turns out, and even more now and in the years to come. Ready for a TikTok to make you misty? Here you go. Thanks to Opportunities of the Week author Sonia Weiser for highlighting this list of practical support organizations across the country that you can get involved with. It’s more useful than posting that you’re willing to take people camping, though, yes, support your friends and family and strangers on the internet who need help accessing safe abortions. You can also donate to the Apiary for Practical Support, the org that donated the list, here. How many times can we say “I can’t believe this is happening,” and how terrible is it that, actually, we can believe it? Do what the shirt says and let this radicalize you.
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