The Bachelor Party

Thursday, April 28, 2016

WALLET. SUNGLASSES. 

This year is bananas.

Bananas in a good way, the very best way really. It's just hands down the busiest year I've ever experienced. So I am in a get shit DONE mode today and have about three hours before I need to head to the airport.

First of all, your comments yesterday were awesome. Thank you. I love that I can come here and just shoot the shit and know that I have a cool community of people stopping by who aren't crazy internet-folk. I really appreciate that.

Speaking of crazy, Chris left for his bachelor trip yesterday. He'll be in Vegas until Sunday. Yesterday was Wednesday. He will be in Vegas Wednesday- Sunday.... WHY? I don't know. He is nuts. No one goes to Vegas for that long. I once went to Vegas on a Thursday and was booking an early flight home by Saturday. I had to get the hell out of there. A fan of that city I am not. The energy there feels dirty to me.

But Chris? Oh he loves Vegas. Funny how we are so different about some things.

He'll be there with fifteen other guys. And I literally just sighed so loud typing that. The Fremonster boys are an interesting bunch. They always run at least ten deep and their history runs twenty years long, for some even longer. I feel like this is more common with guys than girls. Or maybe I was the only loser who came out of high school with barely two friends?

My fear is that they don't realize they're not 21 anymore and things are going to get out of hand and someone is going to end up in the hospital or in jail. This is a very real fear of mine. If you'd hear some of the stories these guys have, you would understand why. So please keep Chris in your thoughts this weekend.

As for me, I'm heading to Steamboat with my mom and sister, and niece and nephew to do wedding stuff. Chris and I will be having drastically different weekends. I'll think about him tomorrow morning when I'm doing a hair trial at 8 a.m. and assume he'll just be getting home for "the night."

Wedding hair and makeup trials. How should I feel about this? Have any tips? I guess I'll let you know how it all goes tomorrow... Oh boy, oh boy.

jean shorts.
And now if you want a free month of designer sunnies use the code THEDAILYTAY and head over to Ditto. I love Ditto for upcoming weddings, showers, acting like an adult, ext. Not great for day drinking. If you follow me on snapchat you know... Oopsie daisy.

I'm going to end with a request from my animal loving people.

I'm asking you for a favor... again. And we all know it won't be my last. Because when someone contacts me about a dog who needs help I'm going to relay the message, it's what you would do too. This sweet little pup named Lupita needs some funds to beat her tumor. Her mom gets up every morning at 6 a.m. to drive her to treatment an hour from her house, so this isn't the story of an owner giving up by any means, it's an owner who needs help. It's someone who clearly loves their dog as much as we all do and she could use some assistance. And did I mention she's nine months pregnant? Talk about a stressful time.

Click here to donate, then send me an email if you want and I'll give you free ad space as a thank you. The ad can be for your blog, your business, or even if you just want to put a smiling pic of your fur baby on my page for a month. Please just help Lupita, she and her mom are both in a bind.

It's Thursday, we've almost made it!

I'll be bouncing around the Midwest for the next couple weeks and may be slightly MIA on here, so follow on snap @thedailytay and I promise to show you 100 different clips of avocado toast. Jk jk.

Truth In T-Shirt World

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

So today wasn't my best day.

It ended with a very unnecessary breakdown, complete with very unnecessary tears. Poor Chris had no idea what he was walking into after work.

Do you ever have such a frustratingly shitty day that all it takes is one final straw to send you over the edge into a tantrum more fitting for a toddler than an adult? And even as you're crying you know it's very self indulgent and ridiculous but you just continue on that crazy train anyway?

I did that today. I'm not proud of it. But it happened, so I have to own it.

This isn't intended as a "poor-me" post, but instead let's all laugh and point at how dramatic I get in my own world when I take things too personal and need to just take a breath and back the hell away for a second.



I don't want to go into too much detail regarding what sent me over, does it really even matter? I'm sure we all know it's t-shirt related. OH T-SHIRT LADY WOES. Why must life be oh so difficult in the land of rayon/poly/cotton shirts?

In short, someone who "borrowed" an idea from me is sending me less than pleasant emails and saying I can't own something when everyone else has decided to steal it as well. That's pretty much her logic. Everyone else has stolen it, so she can too.

There's a lot to more to the story that makes me 100 times angrier regarding principle and integrity as a small business owner, and me being taken for a fool because I was trying to be a good person and take someone's word for something and blah blah blah. But my voice of reason (Chris) and also some advice from Helene, suggested I leave out the details. And the screenshots.

But it's killing me. However deep down I know it's just my ego wanting to provide you details. It always is. My ego is bruised and it is NOT happy about it. It's shouting but but but but this isn't fair and I want to scream and complain, someone listen to my shouts!!!!

So here's the last thing(s) I'll say.

I get that the MARRIED AF t-shirt is completely ridiculous (and wonderful) and that's why I love it. I also know I didn't coin the term AF, but I do know that I was the first to put MARRIED AF on a shirt. And COZY AF.... -my ego wants to make sure you know this.



So when people take it and admit it's not their own but do it anyway, I get mad. And I've done everything I can to protect myself this time around by copyrighting this correctly- you can't copyright a phrase for a shirt, so this falls under an entire brand of things I am working on under the title MARRIED AF. (More to come on this at a later time.) So like any smart person, I copyrighted this title before anyone else could.

What it boils down to is that I'm just not cut out for t-shirt business. I can't handle people stealing others ideas like it's no big deal. I hold onto my own too tightly and I don't do well when I feel others start to grab them. I go into mama bear mode over my t-shirts because I am seriously a crazy T-Shirt Lady now. Art (or snapchat) has become real life.

I've let go of some of my others because I didn't have much of a choice in the end. The Talk Herbie To Me and the I Just Want To Hang With My Dog shirts are two of the biggest that have really caused me some stress this past year. I see the knock-offs everywhere now and I can't help but foam at the mouth when I do.

My frustration lies in the fact that I work my ass off to get my shirts out there. It doesn't just randomly happen. They don't just start getting traffic by chance, I've hustled hard to get them in front of the right people. But then it's a catch 22 because as soon as a shirt "takes off"every one else tries to grab it as their own.

Have I mentioned I care too much and probably make this a much bigger deal than I should?

It's just the nature of this business and I need to accept it, or I need to get out. Tuesday night tantrums don't help anything.

But I'll be damned if a good midnight blog post doesn't help. Oddly enough, I feel slightly better having written this. So thank you for listening (again and always) and thank you for being a supportive AF group of people. Man, I appreciate it.

Now perhaps it's time I try to sleep off the crazies. Tomorrow will be better.

Blogging, Balance and Bullshit


Last night was a good night at standup.

The room was full, we had to turn comedians away, and the people in the audience wanted to be there. They clapped, they laughed, they were on board with everything, and it made me think, damn I need to do this more.

Why don't I do this more?

And then I woke up today exhausted and am behind on t-shirts and blog posts and I remembered that's why I don't do it more. The late nights kills me. I'm a wimp. I need, and I love my sleep.

My comedian friends all work their ass off. They have jobs they hate, but they tolerate them because it allows them to do what they love. When their work day is done they hit rehearsal, or their next open mic, or their next show. I've surrounded myself with a bunch of people who hustle and grind hard here and I like it.

But it also makes me feel like a loser. I don't hit it nearly as hard as my friends, especially right now, when so much of my energy is focused toward t-shirts and blogging. I don't ever clock out of my job and that's a conscious choice I am making.

And let's be honest, I also choose blogging and t-shirts over writing and comedy because it's easier. It's a wonderful distraction from thinking about the failed dreams I can't seem to reach.

I prefer to post an Instagram that will get me 20 sales rather than write a chapter of my book. Instant gratification folks, it feels so good!

And now we're at the point in the post where I'm debating what my original intent was for writing this. Was it to talk about the fact I always feel 100% confused and that I'm making the wrong decisions and focusing on the wrong thing? Or that 2016 is the year I've put comedy on the back burner because I'm hustling in a different area, the area that pays bills and allows me to book a honeymoon, not miss out on my friends bachelorettes, and possibly put money down on a house.

I don't know when we crossed into mortgage talk, but we have and it is terrifying. Turns out real estate in Chicago isn't cheap. So I feel the need to sell 100 more shirts a week, take on a few more sponsored posts, push the insta game just a little harder... It's my job after all, I don't expect someone else to do the work.

So yea, 2016 is a little pricey.

But why would 2017 be any different? We're not doing crazy shit here, it's just what adults do. Right? Right. I DON'T KNOW. And to think a lot of people our age have two, or even three, extra mouths to feed.

Remember that game where you put your forehead on the handle of a baseball bat, put the other end in the dirt, and then you spin around in circles really fast? Then when you come up, you try to run as fast as you can in any direction, without falling over.

Well that's me right now every single day. I'm just running spastically all over the place trying not to fall down.

Anyone else playing?

DOING GREAT. HAPPY TUESDAY.

Rolling Into Summer On My New Bike

Monday, April 25, 2016

Having a bike in Chicago is like having a key to the city. It opens it up in ways that traveling in a car can't. With traffic being awful here, especially on the weekends, jumping on a bike allows you to get from Wicker Park to the lake faster than any other way.

So when the weather gets nice, I live for biking around Chicago. It's how I run my errands and get from place to place. The only downfall is that I was cruising around on a bike I got for my 10th birthday that hardly "cruised" anymore, if you catch my drift.

That is until one day last week when the heavens opened up and I finally got a new bike. It's not just any bike, it is the Columbia 700 C Westfield City Bike. And it is most definitely the coolest bike I have ever owned.


 Some refer to it as "the cool hipster rider." Well that is just totally me. Obviously.

It's also way cooler than Chris's bike which I happen to love. He used to always make fun of me for having the "junker bike," but not anymore. Now when we jump on our bikes to head to lunch I've got the showstopper. Yes, I just referred to my bike as a showstopper.



If you can't tell, I am a little obsessed. It is by far the coolest thing I have ever received. It doesn't just look pretty, but it also rides like a dream. Columbia was the first company to make bikes in the USA and there's a reason they've been around forever. They make beautiful, long lasting bikes. Fun fact: Columbia invented the tandem bike!



I'm about to nerd out on you and tell you every feature the Westfield City Bike has to offer because I'm like a proud new mom and want everyone to know.

*One of the smoothest rides built by Columbia
*Gorgeous 700C Vintage City design
*Durable Steel Frame
*LED headlight and fender
*Extreme comfort Columbia Embossed seat
*Rear steel rack
*Brush steel fenders with full coverage
*36 Whole Aluminum rims
*IT LOOKS SO COOL


You can buy this beauty at Dicks Sporting Goods.

For other Columbia models, be sure to check Toys R Us, Target, Amazon, Walmart and Dicks retailers where Columbia Bicycles can be found! It's just what you need to roll into summer.

Have a great Monday!

“This post is part of a social shopper marketing insight campaign with Pollinate Media Group® and Columbia Bicycles, but all my opinions are my own. #pmedia #RideColumbia http://my-disclosur.es/OBsstV

*Photos by Ali B Photography.

3 Months From Today

Saturday, April 23, 2016

I'm blogging on a Saturday night.

I'm not sure I've ever done this before. I just seem to have a lot of excess busy energy and I'll do just about anything rather than work on my screenplay or book. I'm in a writing slump at the moment so anything relating to my creative projects feels big and scary and makes me want to hide so ... so here I am blogging on a Saturday night.

Three months from now we'll be partying it up at our wedding reception. Typing that makes me excited and nervous and feel the urge to pour more wine because I know it could be another sleepless night if I don't. Not because I'm worried, because I'm just so damn excited. I go to bed feeling like my birthday is the next day and I have 100 things I need to do to make sure I make the most of it.


And just like when it's my bday, I'm weirdly obsessed with finding the right outfit. But this time it's for everything wedding related. Which is stupid, I know! But it's happening so I'm just being honest about it. I keep ordering and sending back white dresses that just aren't right. Tonight I just snagged this one and this one. Hoping at least one is a keeper.

Anyway, since I'm here on a Saturday night we might as well cover something several of you have asked about lately:

What is LIKEtoKNOWit?

If you follow me on Instagram you've noticed I've started using it in the last few months. So I'll try to be as brief as possible in explaining what's going on here. And if you already know, that's great. Just skip on down to the bottom and check out the pretty #mysummerspark pics instead.

Simply put, LIKEtoKNOWit allows you to shop looks via Instagram. Once you're registered, if you like one my pics where I've linked the items I'm wearing, LiketoKnowIt sends you an email (usually within 5 minutes) with the links to everything I have on.

So if you're registered for LIKEtoKNOWit and liked this pic I posted today, and why wouldn't you? I mean look at that awkward lean and shit eating grin on my face! Totally likable! But if you liked this, you would have been sent an email with direct to links to the stuff I'm wearing. Like the cut-out sweater that is now only $14!!


If you like clothes and knowing where stuff is from, it's a cool app. If you don't, this app isn't for you. To each their own.

If you're interested, sign up here, it takes about two minutes.

Moving right along because I just realized I have ZERO CONCENTRATION for Saturday night posts. What the hell was I thinking?

I'm loving the use of the #MYSUMMERSPARK pics. I am getting so excited for summer looking at all of your bright fun pics. Here's a few of my favs. If you're not following these people, you should be.

@iamsarahwebb always nails it.


@nadinerebecaaxo glad you're blogging again, even if it's just once a month it's better than nothing.

@alyssagoesbang just dropped the mic with this one. 


@erinc1619 how could you NOT love this adorable dog pic?


@kay_tea77 SUNNIES.


@heleneinbetween the classic.


Keep posting and hashing.

And on that note, the pizza just got here!!!! Gotta go before Chris eats it all. And GO HAWKS!!

*Comments turned off because Saturday.

The Bloody Mary Game Changer

Friday, April 22, 2016

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of CH Distillery for IZEA. All opinions are 100% mine.

Not a lot of you know this, but there was a brief time in my past when I didn't love Bloody Marys.

It was about five years ago. I had a bad one at a restaurant and it almost ruined me. The taste and texture was completely off and I couldn't shake it for days. I don't talk about this dark time often, but I'm finally ready to open up about it.

After being brave enough to try Bloody Marys again and even start perfecting my own, I've realized there is one key ingredient that might seem like a no brainer, and yet so many people over look the importance of it.

The vodka.

It's all about the vodka. Sure, a good garnish helps. And who doesn't look some cheese or a chicken strip thrown on a toothpick? But in reality, a Bloody Mary is nothing without great vodka.

I've searched high and low, climbed mountains, and traveled across oceans in search of the perfect Bloody Mary vodka. Low and behold, it was in my own Chicago backyard the entire time.


I present to you Peppercorn Vodka from CH Distillery Spirits, the ultimate vodka for that perfect Bloody Mary. It is the perfect mix of  a light sweetness with a peppery finish. It's a clean taste and oh so smooth. 

We had friends over for brunch last week and I made a batch of Bloodys with this vodka and everyone noticed the difference. 


Things I overheard:

"This is the best Bloody Mary I have ever tasted."

"Did you order these in from somewhere?" (*I don't think this is possible.)

"What kind of magic did you put in here?"

"Why doesn't every restaurant use peppercorn vodka for Bloodys?"


I'm laying low on the meat right now, but of course Chris had to make his famous bacon and jerky Bloody... I can't look at this pic for too long or I will crave jerky.


If you're a fellow Bloody Mary lover, you have to check out the Peppercorn Vodka from CH Distillery Spirits. It's a game changer.

And if you're in the Chicago area, make sure to check out the CH Distillery Events.
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*Comments turned off, go grab a Bloody!

Pilates Confessions and Latte Obsessions - My First Fan Fiction

Mixing it up today since it's Friday and trying my hand at some fan fiction! I hope you love it. And if you don't, that's okay too. It's just one day. And it was a real treat for me to play around with this! Also, here's a photo of me pretending to work out. Hope you love this too.



*names have been changed to protect the identities of the wealthy Lincoln Park women whom I occasionally watch at Starbucks, Pilates, ext as I day dream about what their lives must be like. 

Cynthia felt slightly bloated as she walked into pilates class. She knew she shouldn't have gotten a grande latte, but it was Friday morning and she was feeling crazy! Like she could do anything. Maybe she'd skip her normal white mani and get red instead. Now that would really get people talking! The shear thought of doing something so wild sent chills down her back. Or perhaps that was the air conditioner she just walked by?

It was a chilly morning and the lulu tank top with 374 straps but no actual body fabric she picked out to wear today wasn't keeping her as warm as she hoped.

"Oh Cynthia! Love that top! It's so you," said Carol when she walked inside the studio.

"Thanks Sheryl, you can have it after class," Cynthia didn't like to wear a workout top more than once. It just didn't feel right.

"It's Carol, isn't it?" Asked the front desk girl.

"It's Sheryl now," Sheryl, previously Carol, snapped back at front desk girl. "Why is this servant girl even talking, am I right?" Sheryl laughed nervously when Cynthia didn't respond. "I'm kidding, she's amazing."

Cynthia glided into the pilates room and Sheryl followed closely behind, memorizing the mole patterns on Cynthia's back so she could think about it later.

They sat down on their reformer boards and began their stretching.

After this I have to order groceries for next week, then call the pool man to get the pool ready for summer, then mani. Of course I'll do white, who was I kidding. Pick up the kids from Latin School. Look at my bank account. Cynthia's mind was always creating a to-do list of some sort. It made her feel balanced and happy.

Cynthia. Cynnnnn-thea. Cyna. CynTHEA. Cynthia. Cynthia! Sheryl liked to repeat Cynthia's name in her head as they stretched next to each other. It made her feel balanced and happy.

They both looked toward the door just as another woman stumbled in. Her name was ... Tammy.

The first time Tammy walked into class Cynthia was certain she was a lost homeless girl. She was pretty sure she'd seen her shopping for food at CVS before, as if CVS is an okay place to buy food. It was so sad.

Tammy's lulu pants were old and tattered, bless her heart she must have stolen them from a dumpster. And then chewed on the ends for several hours and rolled in a pile of dirt and dog hair, Cynthia thought.

One time after class when Cynthia was climbing into her black Range Rover, saying good-bye to all of the other women from pilates climbing into their black Range Rovers, Cynthia saw Tammy ride away on some sort of skinny car that she had to pedal with her legs to make move. It didn't even have a steering wheel. Or a roof. It scared Cynthia too much so she had to look away.

After Tammy continued to show up to class and no one kicked her out or asked her to leave, Cynthia realized something different must be going on here. Either Tammy was a ghost and only Cynthia could see her. Or perhaps this was her make-a-wish? She did look awfully pale and ill most mornings. Her eyes were sunken in and she often smelled like toast.

Whatever it was, there was definitely something about Tammy that made Cynthia uneasy. She seemed like the type of freak who would write fan fiction. Or keep a blog. Sure, Carol was a little odd. But Tammy... Tammy was in her own category of weird.

Little did Cynthia know, their lives were about to intersect in ways she would never imagine.

*******

You can learn more by following my snapstory today @thedailytay. You'll never guess what Sheryl did...

And that's that. I had to get it out of my system.  We're just having fun here! We'll return to normal blogging next week. Have a GREAT weekend!

That Time I Signed Up For A Marathon After Drinking Too Much Wine

Thursday, April 21, 2016

You know how sometimes after you've had a drink or two you sometimes feel a little bolder? Do things you wouldn't normally do.

Well let's talk about that for a second. Drinking from the safety of my couch has led me into some interesting situations in my life.

For example, it's how I signed for my first Second City class years ago. I thought about it for over a year and had a million reasons why I shouldn't do it. Until one night I had a few glasses of wine and just signed up for a damn class.

And the course of my life was changed ever since.

A few years later I ordered my first twelve tank tops for my t-shirt line after some drinks.

What if no one buys them? What if I go into the hole $180 because of it? What if it's a complete failure? -my mind normally

Chill out and just do the damn thing. Less talky, more drinky.  - my mind with chardonnay

And my most recent wine fueled decision was to sign Chris and I up for the Chicago Marathon. It was a lottery registration, so I figured our chances of getting in were slim. Believe it or not, a lot of people want to pay money to run 26 miles apparently. For fun.



For fun?

I don't know. But I guess I'll find out. Because this morning Chris and I both got emails that read,

"Congratulations! Your entry has been accepted into the Chicago Marathon.

Hope you know how to run a lot. You do, right? Because only an idiot would sign up who has never ran more than five miles in their life. You hear that, Taylor Wolfe. You are an idiot. You will probably die. Or at the very least your nipples will bleed because apparently that happens to people.

You might also shun yourself. Which means shitting while you're running. So just like you did in grade school, pack extra pants.

XOXO
Chicago Marathon People."

The first thing I googled upon reading the email was, "how to run a marathon." Followed by, "cute outfits for running a marathon." I think we both know which topic I was more interested in.

Have Chris and I ever half ran a half marathon you might be wondering? No. What about ten miles? No, not that I recall. I did run a 5k once and I killed it!

And since you asked, I used to be super good at the 1 Mile Test in P.E. class. I NEVER walked it. So what's 25 more miles on top of that?

We decided to start training tonight. But then we remembered the Hawks are playing and it would be more fun to go to a bar. So we'll start tomorrow...

And thus the experiment begins. Can two lazy assholes run a marathon who a. don't know how to run. and b. often choose drinking over exercising 10 out of 10 times. I guess we will find out.

On Sunday, October 9th Chris and I are running the Chicago Marathon.


I may be scared to run a marathon but the kid in that pic definitely is not. She'd slap me in the face and tell me to stop being such a loser. But then again, that kid also liked to leisurely wear muscle t's that say "NO FEAR" and purple swishy Umbro shorts so who's the real loser, you know?

I've really got myself into a pickle here.


The Business of Pineapple Blogging

Wednesday, April 20, 2016


Last week I found myself walking downtown carrying a pineapple and looking for a brightly colored wall.

And it was completely normal. Just another workday.

Well kind of. I don't have my shit together enough to be the type of blogger who brings props to pics. And going outside of a one mile radius of my house for a photo op is a BIG DEAL. Because I am lazy.

However, my friend Ali who is the creative mind behind Alice & Wonder, does have her shit together. Not only does she have a great eye when it comes to fashion, she also knows how to look away from the camera AND giggle for a pic. That took me seven years to master!



Props AND a bright wall downtown? On Tuesday morning no less.  Ali's only been in the insta game for about a year, but if you scroll her feed @aliceandwonder you'd never know. She's got this down. It almost pisses me off.

Because if you've been a blog reader for awhile you know it takes me some time to come around to bloggy things. For example I blogged for three years without posting a single photo. And when I did start posting photos they were terrible. I know a lot of mine still are. But I am learning! And running a t-shirt line is forcing me to learn even faster.

If I'm going to be putting nice respectable t-shirts out there that say things like Let's Day Drink, I need to step up my game and stop it with the half ass crappy photos. I want people to take me seriously!

So yes, in an attempt to grow my t-shirt line I've been trying to put better content on my Instagram feed. Some of you have noticed and have left snarky comments like, "whoa look at the fashion blogger," which I read and appreciate! Asshole.

Don't call me a fashion blogger, I prefer t-shirt blogger. Jk, call me whatever the hell you want. I know your comments aren't meant rude (right?!) And I get jollies off of posting fashion pics with stupid captions, so it's fine. If you can get past the "too muchness" of it, Instagram can just be a big fun game. Especially when it's your job to dissect it and use it for marketing purposes.

Which brings me to part two. A new hashtag! #MYSUMMERSPARK

A landing spot for all of your good, bad, and completely unnecessary insta pics that get you in that good summer mood!


Why was I sitting on this stoop smiling? Why does it matter?

It doesn't! It felt like summer so I wanted to! #MYSUMMERSPARK. Yay. See what I'm getting at here? And perhaps I just wanted to show off my new shoes I'm very proud of because I don't often buy new peep toe booties.


Yes, that was probably it. Also jeans found here.

Like I've done in the past, I'll post my favorite pics from the hashtag on my blog to fill everyone with warm summer jollies. To kick off the start of #MYSUMMERSPARK Alice & Wonder is giving away this adorable pineapple shirt! Trust me on this, you do NOT want to be without a pineapple shirt this season.


Same goes for this pineapple thing. Did I just buy it yesterday? Yes, yes I did. No regrets.

To enter to win the shirt: 
1. Follow Alice & Wonder on Instagram @aliceandwonder.
2. And head to her site, if not just to see my huge face flashing across the top which I just now saw... eeek, but also to comment below and tell me which item you like the best. That's it!

Now go pineapple your heart out and share your pics using #MYSUMMERSPARK.

Have a great Wednesday!

*Stoop pics by Ali B Photography.
*Pineapple pics by Iron And Honey.

Going Vegetarian. For a Week.

Tuesday, April 19, 2016


The plan was to go vegetarian this week. Just a week. It shouldn't be that hard.

I started Sunday with a vegetarian lunch and then followed through all day yesterday. It's been okay except for one thing. Now I don't want to be too blunt in saying this, but I think I've made just a minor mistake in that every meal I've made is full of black beans. Thus, I am full of black beans.

Here's the thing you should know about me: I love beans. I was the gross kid in elementary who filled my entire tray with baked beans fully aware of the social torment I would get for it. I didn't care, they were too delicious.

I accidentally over-do it on them quite a bit, but these last few days really take the cake for my bean consumption. They are indeed the magical fruit, but they don't always make you toot, sometimes instead you just bloat and feel things popping inside of you that doesn't seem quite right.

So that's what's going on with me right now.

My friend Christine gave me the vegetarian cookbook, Thug Kitchen and I'm kind of obsessed with it. I love both the food and the writing in it.

You know when you see a recipe that calls for one ingredient you don't recognize and you immediately back off and are all like, ugh no thank you that looks too hard. Well this book totally calls you out for that. They'll mark ingredients with a *, and then you'll look below and the note will say, "Don't be so fu*king lazy, have you heard of the internet? Use it."

Yesterday, per your suggestions on Instagram, I started with my own version of the black bean torta. I don't follow recipes very well so once I get a general idea I just kind of roll with it. I had it for lunch and then made it again for Chris for dinner. I've gone through four cans of black beans in less than 48 hours...

For breakfast I've been obsessed with the greenish smoothie than I've been drinking every day for almost a year now. I like this smoothie just because I'm not a huge vegetable person so it's a good way to get at least a handful of greens every day. And it actually tastes good. I know it seems unlikely, but try it sometime.

And now today I have no idea what to cook because I need to scrap the other black bean recipes I had planned. Have a suggestion? Let me know. I prefer easy.

I feel like I should apologize for this boring post. I didn't mean for it to be this blah, it just kind of happened.

I was up until 3:00 a.m. packing shirts and my mind is a little off. Also Chris and I had a very privileged yuppy argument just a little while ago when he accidentally grabbed my Mac to bring to work instead of his. As soon as I saw what happened I was all OH Hell NO. Why is everything ten times more dramatic in the morning? He was mad at me for moving his computer, I was mad at him for taking mine. Let's just say WE WERE MAD.

Living with someone is great. It's also challenging at times, don't you think? Have I ever told you that Chris and I share ONE closet? When I see blogger closets it always makes me giggle because they're often the size of our bedroom. That shall be my post tomorrow.

But today, today I need your meatless recipes. And now I have to go workout. Ughhhhh.

That Summer Feeling

Monday, April 18, 2016


I got a taste of summer this weekend and now I'm craving it. There's a certain energy in the air when summer is on the horizon, especially in Chicago.

People go nuts here when it gets nice outside. It's because we all know that warm weather is fleeting and so we try to pack a year's worth of fun into three short months. Not a minute can be wasted.

I rode my bike by the lake and could barely move there were so many other people enjoying the lake path. On the way home I noticed every single brunch patio was packed. So were the parks, the sidewalks, and everything in between. I thought to myself, where in the hell have these people been all winter? Oh yea, hiding inside just like me.


We went to dinner last night and sat on the patio and might have been the only sober people there. Did I mention Chicagoans like to get after it with their day drinking? Yesterday the Hawks and the Cubs played so Sunday Funday was extra intense. I won't deny that I happen to enjoy the sport/drinking culture that goes on in this city.

When we left the restaurant a girl in Cubs gear was lying on a chair with her legs in the air scissor kicking and everyone was clapping. No judgement here, she seemed to be having a great time. This morning maybe not so much...

Also it's worth noting that Chicagoans are some tough ass people to survive the winters that we do, but boy oh boy do we get pale and sickly looking from nine months inside. I saw legs fresh out of winter that nearly blinded me. And those were my own.

Putting on shorts for the first time of the season is always a traumatic experience for me. Everything always looks a little dryer, whiter, and flabbier than I remember...

On that note, I'm heading back to pilates this week. I've taken a four month break and it shows. And with Harlow gone I'm not going on 100 walks per day and that also shows. Speaking of Harlow, I don't talk about him when he's at camp because it's too hard and I miss him too much.

But I will give you a few details about what camp means later, for now I'll tell you he's got his own beach, barn, and constant playmate and is living life off leash so it's nice for him to stretch his city legs like this every once in awhile. And I get constant updates like this that KILL ME but also make me happy. Clearly he's bonded with cousin Timber.

On that note I have three huge boxes coming in today.... Guess what time it is?

T-SHIRT LADY TIME. I'll make sure to send everyone a post card from T-Shirt Town, I have a feeling I'll be there through the night and into the wee hours of tomorrow morning. I need to get myself one of those t-shirt guns so I can walk around town shooting t-shirts at people like the bat shit crazy lady I become when I go into t-shirt mode. Checking Amazon now...

Just loving life over here. Tackle Monday!


Five Blogger Trends OMG

Friday, April 15, 2016

Problems in t-shirt town again. Just found out my latest shipment is going to be delayed two days.

Two days doesn't seem like much, but some of my customers have been itching for their shirts for almost a week now. It's marked on my site shipping takes 1-2 weeks, but I've learned people don't often read what is marked on your site... I try to ship an order the day it comes through, but when you're out of inventory you're out of inventory.

I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.

And now I'll watch as my inbox gets flooded the next few days with emails from people wanting their stuff.

Customer service is hard. It's forced me to calm down and suck up my pride more times than not. Also, I've been writing this post for 2 hours now because I keep stopping to respond to said emails.

I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay.

I don't have the capacity to write the post you deserve today, so instead I'm going to keep things light and tell you about the good stuff I've found on the internet lately. Maybe you'll like it too, maybe you won't. I'm just doing the best I can today, I appreciate your understanding.

1. Cheap pocket t-shirt dresses from Target. Anyone, anyone? Eh? 


You can't exactly see the dress... but trust me, for $19 it's pretty legit. I'll wear it until its nubby and gross most likely.

2. Converse.
I go through at least two pair a year. I've tried other white sneaks but they just don't compare.

3. This marble phone case from Casetify. I love all of their phone cases and their customer service is awesome.


Marble, you guys. It's so hot right now. I'm a lamb and am jumping on board this trend because I like it and I don't care what you think. Maybe I'll get crazy and order this too, who knows! Crazier things have happened.

4. Sunnies. More specifically, these Karen Walkers. Yes, as in Karen Walker from Will & Grace.


I can't afford $300 Karen Walker sunglasses. But thanks to Ditto, I can. Pay $24 and you get to wear all the designer sunnies you want. Use the code THEDAILYTAY and you get a free month of Chanels, Pradas, ext. This is the second pair I've ordered and I'm a huge fan of this site so far.

5. Pineapples. Tell me you saw this pic on insta by Helene. It's what blogger dreams are made of.


I'm going to recopy this exact pic soon, don't you worry.... Would you believe me if I told you I walked around downtown Chicago carrying an actual pineapple just this week? Pics to come... This is my life and I accept it.

In the meantime, I'm going to order 100 of these earrings from Hey June because these are going to sell fast.


Bon is crazy and is offering 20% off for all of you using the code TAY20 when you check out. Her earrings are super affordable as is, but she insists. Might I suggest these $8 .... MARBLE studs.

I need to go do the things now. Having one of those days where everyone and everything is stressing me out more than it should. I swear my coffee table just looked at me wrong and I freaked out.

Is it a full moon? I feel like it might be. I certainly can't blame my bad energy on myself.