Fall In Chicago + The Daily Basic Pics + Let's Save Dogs

Friday, October 30, 2015

We've all seen leaves before. I get it. However I'm about to show you even more because this fall has truly been one of the most beautiful I've ever experienced since living in Chicago. The colors are on fire and they're everywhere.





Can't. Stop. Photographing. Foliage. It has to be documented or the world will never know.

And now for a few of my favorite #thedailybasic pics.

@coltonandkatie

@salsatheblog


@theicenhauerbrothers

@hilaryleighh


So good. So pumpkiny. So basic. 

This hashtag has officially passed 1,000+ photos of wonderful basic fun. If you haven't browsed it lately, you should. I'll be choosing a winner to send the basic gift package next week.

And speaking of that... this weekend is my favorite weekend for one thing. Animals in costume. In true Harlow fashion, he will be paying tribute to Cecil the Lion on Saturday.

We need to work on his mane, I know. A little hairspray and a crimper should do the trick. Are you dressing up your pets? If so, I want to see! 

I was trying to figure out a way how animals in costume could somehow help animals in shelters, but I came up with nothing. So instead, if you tag me in your pet costume pics on Instagram @thedailytay and use the hashtag #harlowhalloween one winner will be sent an "I Just Want To Hang With My Dog" shirt. 


When I google this shirt it makes my skin crawl because there's about 100 others who have blatantly copied my exact design/phrase since I created it, but the worst part is the crappy stealers aren't giving a dime back to shelters. Makes my blood boil...

Anyway. I'm trying to keep this positive. I'm almost to the point where I've donated $5,000 to shelters because of this shirt so maybe this weekend we can reach it.

Animals in costume make me happy, but animals in shelters getting more funds makes me even happier. Help me spread the word and I think we can do it!

Happy Halloween weekend, everyone!

The Evolution of Halloween

Thursday, October 29, 2015


Have you seen kids' Halloween costumes these days?

My sister sent me photos of my niece and nephew trick or treating at "trunk or treat" or "treat your trunk" I don't know what it was, they were getting candy from the trunks of cars in a parking lot. I think. Who knows how kids trick or treat these days, it's not like how I used to, when I was running all over town by myself at age four knocking on anyone's door with my hand out like a little beggar.

Anyway.

The photos were adorable. All sorts of kids dressed as characters from Frozen. Or Ninja Turtles. And Superheros. But the thing was, I could tell what every kid was.

What happened to the fun days of costume ambiguity? When someone would open their door and you'd scream TRICK OR TREAT and they'd look at you for a second and tilt their head like, Oh I get itsomeone's parents forgot Halloween again...

Look at the photo above. What in the hell is going on there?

I'll tell you what. A good old fashioned 90s Halloween.

What is my sister? Besides politically incorrect... I mean it would appear she's in black face. And white face. And my brother is a ...  biker? Or a pimp? I mean he's holding a $2 bill so who knows. And I'm a cat. (Happy Cat day, by the way.) With a white diamond painted on my forehead just to make sure everyone gets a solid look at that nice Wolfe fivehead. Another Halloween where the Wolfe's kid theme was WTF is going on here?

I don't ever remember getting store bought costumes. If I was lucky I got the accessories (see ears.) Thus the reason I went as a cat/mouse/fox/skunk from 1993-2005. Had to put those ears to use, you know?

But I didn't care. I thought store bought costumes were cheesy. Too commercial. Or perhaps my mom just brainwashed me enough to think that. In that case, well played, mom. Buying a new costume every year would get expensive. I did it in college and it was ridiculous.

Know what else is ridiculous? The fact that some parents don't let their kids keep their candy.

How else are children going to learn that candy leads to cavities? It's a tough lesson, but it's a part of childhood.

Trick or treating also taught me the value of hard work.

Because I worked hard for my candy. Like damn hard. I would spend days mapping out my Halloween path, hitting up the biggest houses first that I knew gave away king size candy bars, then stopping by the mid size houses, and last on my list were the houses that passed out that "fun size" bullshit. It was hardly worth my time, but occasionally I humored those people just because I felt bad for them.

I worked fast and furious from 5 p.m. until 9 p.m. when I had to be back home. I literally ran ALL OVER my entire town. Halloween wasn't a holiday for me. It was a work day.

And then I came home, dumped out my pillowcase of candy on the floor, and bathed in the riches of my hard work. School lunch for the next two weeks would consist of nothing but candy. I was the kid who would brush my teeth and then eat a piece of candy right after. It was heaven. My parents have the dentist bills to prove it.

Sadly these days I don't even participate in trick or treating. It's a little different in Lincoln Park than it was where I grew up. The kids here are taken around in their black Range Rovers and only want organic gluten free non GMO candy bars sans the candy purchased from the Farmers Market where 50% of profits goes back to starving children.

I bet if I sat out on my stoop with a bucket of candy the kids that would walk by would probably toss a dollar right back in it.

Another Halloween season is upon us, whatever you do, make it a good one this weekend!

Can anyone guess what I'm going as on Satuday? Clue: it's one of my favorite pastimes... Follow on Instagram @thedailytay and you'll find out. And you'll also make me feel validated, so it's a win/win!

13 Ways I'm Turning Into My Mom

Wednesday, October 28, 2015


What's the first memory you have of your mom?

I read an article by Lena Dunham on Lenny the other day and this was one of the questions. It made me wonder what my own first memory is of my mom.

It's a hard question, it's kind of like asking what's the first day you remember living.

But when I think about it, I have one memory that keeps popping up. I was three years old and had just gotten my tonsils removed and was told I couldn't leave the hospital until I ate something. The only thing on the menu was scrambled eggs, and I hated scrambled eggs. What a fool I was. Scrambled eggs are wonderful. But at three years old, I didn't think so.

I remember crying because I was certain I was doomed to live in that hospital room forever.

But as soon as the nurse walked out my mom didn't think twice about eating the eggs herself so we could get out of there and go home. I think that was probably the first time I saw my mom break a rule and I was thrilled. I can still remember watching in disbelief as she ate the gross hospital eggs, going against everything the doctor told her, and I thought to myself in that moment, oh hells yes.

Little did she know that small action would impact me for the rest of my life turning me into a person who struggles with authority and does not like being told what to do.

But at least I like scrambled eggs now.

And it's true what everyone says, once you hit age 25 you start turning into your mother. Whether you want to or not, it happens.

Here's a few things that have already started for me:

My desire to decorate for holidays is quickly getting out of control.

Give me ALL THE HOLIDAY DECORATIONS. There's no such thing as too much. You hear that, Chris? I'm covering every wall/ceiling this year in lights, glitter and cereal chains.

I get way too excited about going to TJ Maxx.

I hate an unmade bed.

Before I leave for vacation the house has to be clean.

I say things like "why is every light in the house on right now?" And usually I'm only talking to Harlow.

I drive with my knee more than I drive with my hands.

Novelty napkins make me happier than they should.

I like throw pillows. A lot.

My nails always have to be painted. And if they're not, I'm constantly talking about the fact that they're not.

I love sending and receiving holiday cards/photos. It's my favorite time of year for mail. If you have my address, please send me one. It makes my day.



I don't take shit from no one.

Okay that one is a joke, I just knew it would catch my mom off guard when she's reading this. What I mean is I can get a little feisty, and that's all from my mom. The only difference is she does it with a smile on her face, and I do it with a snarl. I'm sure you can guess who people tend to receive better...

I think birthdays are a very big deal.

So happy happy birthday, mom!!! I hope you stop doing the millions of things you do every day and take a moment to enjoy. Don't forget, the diet starts tomorrow.




8 Things I Did In New York

Monday, October 26, 2015


Whenever I go to New York the same thing happens.

I get off the plane and am immediately overcome with that New York energy as I cruise into Manhattan and think to myself, why don't I live here? I need to move asap. 

New York has a magic force about it and it gets me every time. The people. The buildings. The food. The action. The hustle. It's all so different from anywhere else in America.

And yet.

And yet after only four or five days I find myself thinking, I need to get the hell out of New York. I just can't handle it.

Don't get me wrong, I still think it's a wonderful city. I just know I'm not cut out for it. I can't hack it in the city that never sleeps. It's just too much for me. I'd like to think I can, but who am I kidding. That city would eat me up in no time. It practically swallowed me whole just after one weekend.

So if I can't live there, at least I can visit. Here's 8 things I did that I enjoyed.

1. I put in my earbuds and walked around the city for about two hours by myself right when I got there. I had no agenda and no direction. I just walked, looked, and loved it all.


2. Central Park.
Rent a row boat to play in the green lake. It was only $15 for one hour! And my dad rowed the entire time. Bonus!




3. Did a little shopping in Soho.



4. Catch a show. 
We went to Kinky Boots and it was soooo good.



Time Square... A necessary evil if you're trying to get to a Broadway show.

5. Hop On/Hop Off Bus Tour.
Judge me all you want, I LOVE these tours. Chris and I did them all the time in Europe. They're a great way to get around the city and learn a little history.


Word to the wise, don't stand up. Those New York stop lights hang lower than you'd think.

 6. Drinks in the Village.
We stumbled into a little slice of basement bar heaven called the Rabbit Hole. Or something rabbit? I have no idea. It had been a long day.


7. Drinks in Little Italy.


8. And some comedy...



In hindsight, I probably should have practiced my sets more. But I got all distracted walking around New York taking photos of buildings so I just kind of winged it and started talking.

But whatever, I had a great time and one very drunk man even told me I was "very funny for a girl." What a compliment!

And now I need to take a break. Way too many damn photos. Perhaps I don't give fashion bloggers enough credit after all. Posting this many pics is a real pain in the ass.

I'm still going to post about New York food, you're not off the hook just yet.

More to come, stay tuned.

Trying To Be A Person


Post vacation blues are a very real thing.

I'm currently sitting on my couch in my pjs, drinking a bucket of coffee and repeating my Monday mantra for today: I can do this. I can do this. I can be a person today. I can. I can do this.

The longer I neglect my email boxes the more anxiety I get about them.

All the things have to be done today. But I just can't. I want to sleep.

The past five days in New York were so so fun. My dad bought a selfie stick. My mom danced with street performers at Central Park. I blacked out on stage and just rolled with it.

We did everything.


And now I'm paying the toll today.

But I will be back later. I'm going to show you 100 photos of my trip whether you like it or not.

Saturday Takeover

Saturday, October 24, 2015

Introducing Briony from Stories of B.



1. Tell us more about Stories of B.

Stories of B is based around the idea of an online Fashion Journal. A place where you can gain daily inspiration, read reports on the latest  high fashion runways, find hot style steals, gain access to fab labels you might of never heard of before, our style icons, B's personal style and so much more. There is something for everyone!
What started as a small personal fashion blog has expanded to a fashion platform full of pretty things!

2. How did you come up with the name?

When I decided to rebrand my blog (formally known as They Don't like us) I knew I wanted it to have a personal touch, after all StoriesofB is apart of my soul and is a massive part of my life. All of my friends and family have called me "B" for years now so I knew I needed to have B in there somewhere. Unfortunately there is no great big story as to how this all came to life. I was just brain storming ideas and bang there it was.
It is a true reflection of the brand,  a lot of the content is based around real life events I have uncounted or is a refection of my growth as a person - My stories.

3. What are you must-haves for fall/winter?

A great pair of pointed toe boots!
A massive oversized knitted scarf
and of course a fab over-the-top faux fur coat

4. What trend would you most like to see go away?

BODY CON!! This whole Kimmy K, tight on tight thing is driving me mad!

5. Who are your style icons?
Hmm, this is such a hard one! I have so many!!

First of all - Rachel Zoe, not only is she a style icon but I admire her work ethic and she is one hell of a business women!
Olivia Palermo- She just nails it every time!
and
Christine Centenera- I would love to get inside her mind!



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All The Cool Things

Thursday, October 22, 2015

This is one of those "my favorite things right now" posts because I'm currently in New York and don't have time to write a proper post at the moment. This will suffice for today, right? Cool, thank you.

The holidays are coming up after all, buy yourself a little treat treat.

#1. The sneaks.

I finally caved and bought my first pair of New Balance sneakers. And I get it now. They're so comfortable. Perfect for Harlow walking.

#2. New Phone Case.

I just got this custom iPhone case from Case App. I kind of missed the ball on making it all pretty and cute, but whatever, it's got my self mantra on the back and that's all that matters.

Check out their site to see a much better display of cool images from people who know what they're doing when making a phone case.  Use DAILYTAY20 to get 20% off.

#3. This scarf because yay Christmas!!!

This is seriously the softest scarf I've ever put on and I am completely obsessed with it. Find your own here.

#4. All the rings.


I still can't believe Rocksbox has turned me into a jewelry person, but they totally have. If you want to try out some cool pieces, now is the perfect time with holiday parties just around the corner. Use the code thedailytayxoxo and it's FREE.

#5. Both of these mugs.

I just ordered the top one. The artist paints whatever business logo you'd like on the back so it makes you feel extra professional. Grab you own here.

#6. This book.


It's never too late, right? But mostly I wanted to support this book because it's by David Meyer, president and cofounder of Adopt-a-Pet.com, the world’s largest nonprofit homeless pet adoption website. I'll let you know when Harlow is fully trained...

And before I go, while you're playing around the internet...

 -check out this course if you're interested in learning more about blogging (more specifically making money via blogging.)
-check out this site for all of the best dog treats delivered monthly for CHEAP.
-okay that's it. Byeeee!!


Hello From the Future

Wednesday, October 21, 2015


I'm trying to keep her at bay, but airport Taylor (aka Theresa) is already creeping up on me.

I've told her to chill out time and time again. My flight isn't until 7:30 tomorrow morning.

But she's creeping.

She's already moved up my tax pickup three times.

Maybe getting to the airport two hours early isn't enough? You never know. 

There could be a crazy accident. What if it's raining? Or there's ice? It's getting chilly here. 

Maybe a sinkhole? What if your cab fell into a sinkhole? YOU JUST DON'T KNOW. 

Remember that time you missed your flight back in '96 when your entire family flew to Arizona for Thanksgiving? Remember how awful that was? You were only 8 but my God were you stressed.

That's Theresa talking. She has this weird jersey accent I should mention.

Hopefully by the time you're reading this I will be on my flight to New York, cozy in my seat with a Bloody Mary just to shut Theresa up.

*On a sidenote, would it be weird if I brought my own garnishes for my in-flight Bloody? Nothing to crazy, just a little something to spice it up. Like a pickle. And a celery stick. Maybe a piece of cheese. And beef jerky. A shrimp skewer. Some olives. Just the basics.

Anyway, as of now my agenda for New York looks like this:

Wednesday:

Find brunch.

Walk around alone. Daydream about living in New York. Find a coffeeshop. Work on some jokes.

Meet up with parents. Late afternoon lunch and beers.

Get ready for show. Try not to throw up before show. Head to Broadway Comedy Club.

KILL IT. duh. dinner. drink. sleep.

Thursday-Sunday:

Repeat everything I just said.

There will also be stops at: McSorleys. The Comedy Cellar. UCB. Jack's Wife Freda. Somewhere super cool and hip in Brooklyn that will remind me how totally lame I am. And the Husker bar on Saturday. Because if there's one thing my dad loves, it's leaving Nebraska and then finding a bar wherever he is... full of Nebraska people.

Anywhere else I have to go? Let me know. Also, I will be snapping the hell out of this trip. Follow @thedailytay.

New York, I'm headed your way. Please don't eat me alive.


The Effect Of Instagram On Our Children

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

It's December 1990. I've had too much to drink again and can't even put myself together for a photo in front of the Christmas presents just to appease my family.

My mom's begging me to get my life together, my dad's in the background screaming "she's never even been to Arizona!"

I'm yelling back, "you don't know my life!!!" And my sister's crying because I stole her metallic heart necklace again.

It must also be noted that you can tell by my shorty short bangs that I probably had another bad run in with chewing gum- the type of gum that is lime green and shredded into little pieces so that even young children can feel the joy of chewing tobacco. Big League Chew was my kryptonite.

I use to have a lot of addictions. The early 90s were a hard time for me. Just a few weeks before this photo was captured I fell down the basement stairs on a late night rampage wearing my mom's high heels and shattered my bottom teeth.

I know all of this because it's well documented in our family photo albums. My mom was a photo fanatic before it was cool to be a photo fanatic. You know those beautiful families you see on Instagram these days? (i.e. blogger families.) That's not at all what our family albums look like.

The Wolfe family photos are the good, the bad, and the ugly. Mostly the ugly. Because back in the day you had to take and develop 100 photos just to try and get one where everyone looks half way okay. And since the photos were developed already you might as well put those in a photo album according to my mom. She didn't spend $12 for nothin!

And I'm happy she did because I like to look back at all of the bad photos. Seeing that train wreck of a toddler that I was makes me think, hey I'm not doing that bad as an adult after all, at least my skirts fit me now.

But in the world we live in today only the pretty photos exist because the messy ones get deleted.

When the Instagram kids grow up how are these supposed to feel even remotely okay about adulthood when they look back at their beautifully filtered photos from childhood and realize they were in their prime at age three?

Seems like a tough pill to swallow.

Especially the little blogger kids. Their entire life has been filtered thus far. I feel like that could be a weird conversation when the kids grow up and have to ask their parents why they were filtering their photos to make them look better at age two...

It's nothing against you, Eloise. Your skin just pops a little more when I use Valencia.

But I digress.

I just often wonder the effect Instagram might be having on kids. Hell, it turns me into an insecure teenager more times than I'd like to admit. But maybe they're growing up with a thicker social media skin since they've been around it their entire life? Maybe they're not.

Who knows. My Instagram is basically just all dog accounts now anyway.

I guess I'll end on this, what are your thoughts on kids growing up in this beautiful artificially filtered world? Think it might be taking a toll?