Happy Tuesday, babies! In this month’s installment of Gimme Face! we’re talking masks. The seed for this post was planted by our lovely reader Lindsey, who asked us on Facebook for a good facial mask to detox from a cold. I recommended Queen Helene’s Mint Julep Masque, which is a minty, purifying classic, but I was also reminded that I LOVE MASKS. They are a regular part of my skincare routine, and I’m always ready to try a new one. And thus, this week’s post was born: what if I combined my love of face goop with my love of a bargain? Naturally, LC came along on this adventure with me. Because she has beautiful skin, she’s still a novice when it comes to the wonderful world of masks, and it was nerdily exciting to me to help her sort through all of her options. Read More
Hello, lovelies! We’re back, and we sincerely apologize for the 2 week hiatus and for lying to you and saying that we would only be taking 1 week off, but Taylor was in Hawaii and I was on a 5 day long Catfish bender, so ya know, life got in the way. By the way, have y’all seen the one where the lady contacts the girl through Facebook saying that she’s been talking to the girl’s dad who has been dead for years? It. Is. Craaaaay.
Lindsey and I spend the majority of our time in what, a decade ago, would’ve been called “stretch pants.” We both go to the gym a lot; she works from home; and I’m a nanny. So comfortable clothes are pretty key to our day to day life. Read More
As you’ve probably guessed by now, I’m into makeup. Like, really into it. While Lindsey is obsessed with researching any and everything that interests her, that’s not really my speed–except when it comes to cosmetics. I read makeup boards, have at various points subscribed to multiple beauty sample services (at the moment, budget constraints mean I’m just doing Ipsy), and I can spend hours in an Instagram K-hole looking at pictures and videos posted by beauty gurus. Those beauty gurus, especially, are my crack. Their poreless skin, their impossibly radiant highlighter, their microbladed eyebrows, their absurdly expensive fake lashes: I love it all, and almost everything I’ve learned is thanks to genetically blessed twenty-somethings who refer to a single blackhead as a “breakout.” Read More
We’re all feeling it lately. The heavy, suffocating dread perched squarely on our chests every night as we’re lying in bed. The shame and burden of our collective failures as a society like a cat with its bony-ass elbow digging into our sternum, preventing us from sleep. We blew it, you guys. We blew it bad. And it’s hard to think about anything else. So, in that spirit, Taylor and I decided not to reward you with sugar-coated Valentine’s treats today, but rather some bleak forecasting of our impending doom as a civilization. Yay! Welcome to the future! But not a cool tech future with hoverboards and flying cars and shit. No, this is more like a cross between 1984 and Idiocracy. Orwellian in its authoritarianism and propensity for doublespeak, and Idiocracian because BETSY DEVOS.
As Taylor and I have mentioned before, we don’t want this blog to be about just us, we want it to be about you, too (but definitely not U2). We know you ladies have something to say about style, and we want to hear what it is. And frankly, we’re getting a little tired of our own faces as of late, and I am pretty sure that my neighbors think I’m insane because they have caught me on multiple occasions standing in my driveway with a selfie stick trying to figure out how to get my whole outfit into a picture. Living that blog lifestyle is embarrassing af sometimes y’all.
Call us basic if you want, but we love brunch, okay? It combines two of life’s great pleasures – fancy breakfast food and day drinking – and for that reason it’s a meal that has achieved iconic status. So you know a brunch post had to be inevitable, and you know that brunch had to be eaten in downtown Decatur, because your girls love a cute restaurant in a historic building. Which is also why we chose Revival, Kevin Gillespie’s homey (literally–the space is a beautiful old house that has been restored as closely as possible to its original state) classic Southern food concept on Church Street.
Like many of you, we were proud to participate in the anti-Trump women’s marches this weekend. Lindsey was in Chicago, and I was lucky enough to be in DC. It’s hard to put into words what the experience of coming together with so many of our fellow citizens, mostly women, meant to us, but we want to try. Read More
Well fam, it’s Tuesday, and you know what that means – you’re one day closer to Sunday brunch… aaaand a new TST post! We decided to give the people what they want and show y’all some clothes this week since we do fancy ourselves a style blog and we were naked last week, on a break the week before that, and then pretty much just complaining about stuff in our last post of December. Read More
Although we as a nation are divided, after perusing social media on New Year’s Eve, it seems there’s one thing we can all agree on: 2016 was a dumpster fire and is cordially invited to go fuck itself. As relieved as Lindsey and I are to see the backside of the shitshow of these last twelve months, though, there are a lot of reasons 2017 is likely to be just as rough a ride, which is why in our first post of the year, we want to talk to you about the importance of self-care. Read More