A former college-radio DJ, Mrs. Kennedy has driven cross-country six times in a 1973 Volkswagen Bug and enjoys standing on her head.
Currently she works a straight job and is just about finished writing her first novel.
Summer in the attic office is for professionals only.
If you work in a church, leftover wedding flowers wilting in the narthex is a thing.
Finally willing to go public with the fact that drinking out of cups with dark interiors feels deeply unsafe, please respect my privacy at this difficult time.
I don’t know what I’m doing on Instagram right now so here’s a picture of a pack of Pall Malls in a tree.
Richard you are a sexy beast
Most definitely my honor to share the weekend with @finslippy and @blueloggy in Palm Springs, CA. Pretty sure our Airbnb was haunted, but all these healing crystals I bought kept it from becoming a real Amityville situation. Also bought some new Birks, wore a skort, increased my fiber intake, smoked some weed that turned me into a total moron, and was overall psyched to embrace all the classic middle-aged-lady enjoyments. Next year I’m investing in a set of mah jongg tiles.
Some weird lady followed me home from the bus stop.
Richard doing some sort of Olympic dive here.
I am really proud that Jackson now has his driver’s license, even though it leaves me essentially car-free, and best of all is that he and Jack unironically bought me new walking shoes for Mother’s Day.
From now on whenever people ask I’m going to say he’s a miniature Irish wolfhound.
Possibly changing my Twitter header this weekend.
At half-price day at Magnolia thrift last Saturday a wish was granted to me, a wish steeped in years of fasting and prayer that today I could look like a novitiate in an order of nuns that infests a Pendleton woolen mill and worships Twiggy. Thrifted Pendleton dress, Gap turtleneck, Hue tights, cherry red Fluevog flats. #dresslikeanun #thriftyaf #fashionover50 #gray #red #gred #pendleton #fluevog #gap #hue
Completely overdressed for a desk job where maybe six people saw at me all day. This coat is like a prop so I am ready if someone wants to cast me as background for a production of a Sarah Waters novel. It’s all thrifted, do I even need to say that at this point? Does anyone doubt the joy of taking moderate sartorial risks for the cost of a fancy ice cream cone? #thriftyaf #grellow #victorianvogue
Richard demonstrates one way to enjoy morning porch time. #caturday
Be excellent to each other.
I bought it because it’s gorgeous and it was $3.00. Sadly, it’s also a size 0 sausage casing. Do I figure out a way to tailor it to fit my size-10 ass, or try to resell it, or bag it and take it back to he thrift? #heartbreaker #marcjacobs
Back when I paid to have the news printed with ink on paper and then driven to my house for me to read, these Hanna Andersson catalogs used to be inside the Sunday edition sometimes, and I was always intrigued because a part of me definitely wants to dress like a seven-year-old Norwegian girl. (Side note: I own four pairs of clogs). So when I saw this Hanna Andersson sun dress for $2.99 at the thrift store I fell on it like a wild animal. It is extremely well made and borderline childish, but it will be perfect for hot weather, and so I’ll braid my gray hair and exist within it without complaint. Pink Japanese rain coat also thrifted—I mean, look at all those buttons, plus a pink houndstooth lining? Come on. Hue tights, Fluevog flats, Merrill hikers got me to work and back in all their fuchsia glory. #fucshiashock #fashionover50 #havefungoddamnit and #wearwhatyouwant #thriftyaf #hue #fluevog #hannaandersson
Nice to find that Let’s Panic is still stocked by my local bookstore, seven years after publication. It also seems to have gone through five printings! #waitingforresiduals #letspanic
Rainy day cuddle.
It got cold all of a sudden.
I made a pillow fort.
Peewee is eight today! ❤️🍰❤️🍰❤️
Happy 8th birthday, Peewee! All the hugs belong to you today. ❤️😍❤️🍰❤️
Peewee doesn't understand why someone would gently sprinkle confetti all over his head. #fiesta #santabarbara
Feeling a little fragile today, Dr. Russell took 3.2 liters of fluid out of Peewee's abdomen this morning. His heart's gotten weaker but he's still a good boy. Thinking good thoughts as he rounds the corner towards his eighth birthday!
Not happy about this new "kibble only" situation.
I'm hiding from the sun!
It's important to groom your balls.
Mom why is he sitting on me.
The first thing I like to do in the morning is go back to bed.