Live & Kern

This is my mother’s neurotic rotweiler, Missy. She may be my mother’s dog, but loves me the most. There’s no logical reason why.

She’s not the dog I fuss over the most. But when I’m at my mother’s, Missy follows me everywhere. She only goes outside when I go out with her. She only eats when I stand near her. She only goes to bed when I go to bed (she does take more naps than I do) and sleeps on my feet. She gets up when I get up. She barks and carries on when she’s kenneled and can’t see me, which has earned her the nickname Pissy Missy.

She even pines for me when I leave.

Missy, however, is a silly name for a dog. I usually call her Gidget (because it just seems more appropriate).

Miraculously, no one was injured while eating this funnel cake. Powdered sugar can be tricky.

I want one if these.

Yep, I mean the mannequin, not the jewelry. (Spotted at Macy’s.) Do you think there’s a question-mark mannequin somewhere, too?

And these letters are very fun.

(Spotted at Urban Outfitters.)

This is what happens when I am on vacation and have some free time.

I love ties. I would absolutely wear them. I love the colors and patterns and styles of these bits of silk. Each one makes a subtle or profound statement or whisper. (But have you ever tried to find a simple tie-friendly button-down women’s shirt? It’s not easy.)

And I may have fixed a shirt display so they had good ties. You’re welcome, Macy’s.

I do not understand this trend of fuzzy vests.

But I think I can accomplish a similar look by letting Bearcat sleep on my clothes.