Locals! Have you been to XIX? It’s just a hotel restaurant, but I love the vibe of the bar. (Drinks are good, too.)
Remember The Mom Edit’s Fall Edit? Four of the must-have pieces for Fall were an athletic-inspired top (I’m partial to varsity stripes), a plaid scarf, interesting denim, and short boots.
So it’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month, aka “Pinktober,” the often sarcastic moniker used by breast cancer survivors. It’s odd, but as a survivor, all of the October hoopla surrounding breast cancer awareness is often….overwhelming.
It’s not that I don’t like pink, pink is fine. It’s just that among the often insincere pushing of “awareness” products (one catalog came to our house filled with pages of pink ribbons and pencils and mugs but literally zero donations associated with purchase) – why pink, specifically?
I associate pink with all things girly and feminine. Pink is flirty, pink is giggly, pink is young girls in princess dresses and birthday cakes and celebrations! Yay!!! And this is the crux of my problem: Pink embodies the exact things that breast cancer strips away. Breast cancer took my breasts, my hair, my ability to conceive. While I was going through chemo, my sex drive tanked, I often felt like a 90 year old woman, and I missed countless celebrations (like my son’s 3rd birthday). You want to talk about feminine whiles? Yeah, right. Flirting and giggling were like long lost fuzzy memories. They were something a girl who looked vaguely like me may have done a long, long time ago.
Breast cancer isn’t pink. It’s fucking black.
And I’m one of the lucky ones. I mean…time will tell, but I might even be one of the luckiest girls ever diagnosed with breast cancer. As far as my doctors are concerned, my cancer is gone. GONE. Because it was caught so early, because of the double mastectomy and all of the chemo and the Tamoxifan for the next 10 years….I will, most likely, remain cancer free. For life! My luck, my unfuckingbelieveable luck steals my breath. It drops me to my knees. It is, quite possibly, the most humbling experience of my life.
Because the truth about breast cancer, and this is the really black part, is that women – young women – are still dying from this disease. I know, because I’ve met them. I’ve chatted with women who were diagnosed while pregnant and had to start chemo before they delivered their baby in the hope – the prayer! – that they may live long enough to mother. The women who, like I, were shocked to find out they had breast cancer because they were still nursing, dammit! Aren’t you protected by nursing? Aren’t you safe? And for too many of these women, their cancers were either very aggressive or caught too late, and they’re looking at a lifetime of fighting this awful disease.
Mamas, we are not protected by pregnancy or nursing or even by our youth. Young women – women without the BRCA genes – are getting diagnosed with breast cancer and we don’t know why. Some think it’s toxins in our environment. Breastcancer.org (one of the most reputable sources for all things breast cancer) recently published an update on the link between BPA and breast cancer. It’s downright scary, and, I suspect, only scratches the surface of what we’re dealing with.
The single most important thing we can do to protect ourselves is to prioritize our own health. Schedule our yearly exams (and go!!), call about any suspicious lumps, try to exercise, eat healthy, and avoid toxins. For some of us (1 in 8 actually), these steps can make the difference between early detection – and a shot at a life without cancer – vs. a Stage 4 diagnosis and a lifetime of trying to stay a step ahead of this awful disease.
I’m thrilled to partner with Stella and Dot to raise money for the amazing Noreen Fraser Foundation. Noreen Fraser, the founder and CEO, has been living with Stage 4 metastatic breast cancer since 2003. She is alive today because of breakthrough treatments that have become available in the last 10 years. I cannot say this enough: The fight against breast cancer is very real, and for too many of us, urgent. Donations to the Noreen Fraser Foundation are used to advance treatments in precision medicine – the kind of treatments that can help those already fighting for their lives – live.
Stella and Dot is donating 100% of proceeds from their Hope line to the Noreen Fraser Foundation. 100%!! Now that is what commitment looks like. Bravo, Stella and Dot.
But that’s not all. My good friends over at Stella and Dot – the consultants on the ground – wanted to do more. They wanted to help spread love and support to those of us currently #fightinglikeagirl. We talked about what support looks like when you’re actually going through breast cancer, what kinds of things help bring a little light into those dark days.
As you can imagine, I have some strong opinions.
So here’s what we’re going to do: The Mom Edit and Stella and Dot have teamed up to host an online truck show to bring a little joy to anyone currently fighting breast cancer. Anything you buy (through that specific link) will help us accumulate hostess credits for Stella & Dot jewelry, as well as proceeds. We will be gifting a few breast cancer fighters with one heck of a care package: a Stella & Dot shopping spree, as well as cash giftcards to help ease their burden of recovery from surgeries, radiation, and chemo. (I found acupuncture, massage, and Whole Foods gift cards to be my saving grace last year, but we’ll let the winners pick their own.)
Here’s how you can help:
1. Shop our trunk show. All purchases you make through our trunk show link will help us accumulate jewelry credits (and cash) so we can spoil someone currently fighting breast cancer. (The purchase of any piece from the Breast Cancer Research line has the added benefit of donating 100% of proceeds to the Noreen Fraser Foundation.)
2. Help us find fighters to spoil rotten. Do you know someone (or are someone) who has been recently diagnosed, or is currently fighting breast cancer? Nominate them (or yourself!!) for our care package. To keep things easy, nominate via the Rafflecopter widget below. If your fighter is selected, we’ll get in touch with you for their details. And to really help spread the word (the more people who participate in the trunk show, the more we can do), please feel free to share on FB, tag on instagram, or repin on Pinterest (I think Rafflecopter gives you additional entries for this as well…??). In any case, please enter each person you are nominating separately into Rafflecopter. Otherwise these things start to hurt my head.)
3. Lastly, take care of your self. Make those pesky OB/GYN appointments and get those lumps checked out. Your #fightlikeagirl starts now. Fight for your time, fight for your health.
Now ready or not, here comes Pinktober.
Love and light, Babes.
In case anyone wasn’t 100% clear on the level of dorkiness Sarah and I can sink-I mean aspire to, allow me to clear that right up.
But yay!!! Sarah’s back!! And this time we hit up LOFT. I’m not gonna lie…..it was a little hit-or-miss, and it took Sarah two (TWO!! the poor thing) trips to get the sizing/combos to work. LOFT’s marketing machine of gorgeous, soft-colored neutrals is hard to resist, so I think our trouble started with thinking that EVERYTHING would be amazing. It’s not. But there are several pieces that are just so, so good. And in the end? Well done, LOFT.
I received an email from Laura. She wrote:
I’m turning 30 next month (!) and my parents want to get me a nice present. I am thinking about asking for a leather jacket, but I’m overwhelmed by the options. It’s a big investment and I want to make sure it’s something I love now, but will still be awesome and wearable for seasons/years/decades to come. Do you have any tips for choosing one? I really like the looks of this one: Coach slim leather moto jacket (oxblood) [pictured above], but I’ll be the first to admit that I’m a little bit fashion challenged. I’d love some insight, and thought it might be something your other readers would be interested in too.
Hi Laura! Happy Birthday! A leather jacket is a great idea. I know there are a ton of readers who have extolled the mom-friendliness of leather jackets over the years (“it just wipes clean!!”), and in the style department it can’t be beat. But shopping for a leather jacket is both overwhelming and….tricky. Here are a few things to keep in mind:
1. Make sure it fits your shoulders
The leather jacket should be nice and fitted – almost tight – in the shoulders. This is the best way to ensure you don’t look like you are being swallowed whole by your leather jacket.
2. Watch the Shine
So many leather jackets are really, really shiny. Also, the hardware (zips, snaps, etc.) can be really, really shiny. A little shine is OK, but too much makes the jacket look either cheap, or fussy. In either case, it detracts from the cool factor.
3. Keep the Interesting Details in Proportion to Yo’ Self
If you are a tiny little thing, padded shoulders and quilted sleeves and a million shiny zippers are probably going to be too much. Don’t get me wrong – I love these details, but keep everything in proportion. Watch the shoulder detail, in particular. Anything that sits right on top of the shoulder can easily make one look like a linebacker.
4. Check The Drape
No matter the shape of the jacket (or heck – the material – this applies to faux-leather, too)….the jacket should drape nicely. I understand that some leather jackets need to be broken in….but…..unless that jacket is also a STEAL, from a price perspective, I’d personally pass on it. If I’m going to drop the kind of cash we’re talking about, I want to walk out with perfection, not have to work up to it. You know?
Ok – with the above parameters in mind, I rounded up 25 amazing leather jackets. At all price points! (It will surprise no one, however, that my very favs are also the most expensive. It’s a particular talent of mine. A “gift”, I tell my husband.) In any case, I started by trolling all of my favorite stores for leather jackets and rounded up a bunch (I originally had over 80 on the list), and then culled down to the 25 you see here. In the notes, I tried to state why a particular jacket made the cut. Once I found a few that were perfect, the rest fell away quickly.
If you are reading in a reader, you might need to click on over to The Mom Edit site to see the shopping widgets. Sorry for the inconvenience!
Laura, I hope this helps!!
Dear Marc Jacobs —
Seven years ago, I bought this bag. It was my first Marc Jacobs bag, and when I saw it, my heart swelled, my breath caught in my throat, and despite the other, flashier bags the helpful sales woman at Nordstrom showed me, I only had eyes for the ‘mouse gray’.
An hour later I walked into the apartment Mike and I shared in Denver, my new Marc Jacobs clutched to my chest, a toothy grin splitting my face. Mike, who was studying for some final looked up and sighed, “Babe. What did you do?”
My grin got bigger. “It’s a diaper bag, Mike!! It’s big enough for everything I need and it’s the only possible diaper bag I could ever, EVER need!” I put my hands on my (HUGE) belly, blinking at him, wide-eyed, through my lashes.
While we were home in Michigan this summer, I booked Vafa-Coffman Photography for an extended family photoshoot. My sister Scotti and her husband Zack had just had baby Greenlea – a new baby is always so exciting – and I really wanted to get a few pictures with my parents. (My Dad was diagnosed a few years ago with Lewy Body Dementia, a heart-breaking disease similar to Alzheimer’s) So we asked the Vafa-Coffmans to come capture a day of fun in the sun: water skiing, floating around on tubes, all sorts of cute photo ops with naked little kids and parents in suits and brightly colored towels and umbrella drinks and a whole dose of YAY, SUMMER!
As you may know, Summer had other plans this year.
But Paul and Amy (the Vafa-Coffmans) still showed bright and early, and, thankfully, were both confidant that we could get some good family pics. None of us had planned out what to wear, and poor Scotti and Zack were bleary-eyed, having been up half the night with Greenlea.
Sure, NOW she sleeps.
We all sort of rushed around, wetting down cowlicks and applying mascara and finding something warm (you can prob guess the sweater I wore…AGAIN), and in the end we were like, “well, ok FINE. IT’S FINE.”
But Paul and Amy had the genius idea to just grab some blankets and bring our coffee down to the freezing dock. “Just snuggle together” Amy said. “Snuggle together and have a chat and drink your coffee – it’ll be great. I promise.”
You guys? Amy was right. These pics blew away ALL of my expectations.
Gang, there were so many good picks (the jeans alone!!) that I thought a quickie post was in order. Use code SALEONSALE to take an additional 25% off of Anthropologie’s sale section. (If you’re reading in a reader, click over to the full site to see my picks.)