I know, the pain is unbearable. What the donkey dingus are you people doing without your daily dose of cray cray? Not laughing as much, obviously. Starting every morning crying into your bowl of Kashi Go Lean and wondering when the sisterhood of the traveling hot messes will revisit the digital sphere? Unclear.
But it’s scarf weather again!
I try not to use the word busy because I think being busy is overrated. Instead…perhaps picture us wearing Joan Holloway shifts, holding a pair of kitten heels, barefoot running around the DNC looking for Jon Faverau, or strolling through the village on the way to Bidness Class and plotting universal domination or making merriment with fellow galleristas, daydreaming of poodles and punch.
Today was the first morning with a chill in the air and pumpkin spice lattes on the Starbucks menu…Which for us Dixie Chickens means its officially fall. And what does Autumn signify for Feinbergs?
Dear god there is nothing better than a fresh pair of black super opaques.
If you’re trying to put the RAER in your workday walk…
2. Woodsy Outdoorsy Festivals, Hunt Cups, and Tailgates.
3. The end of sweating out the jew fro.
4. Apple Picking! High Holidays!
5. Back to School Tunes!