My secret(ly awesome) shame.

It's Friday afternoon, and if you need a little burst of energy to get you through to the weekly finish line, may I direct your attention to the trailer for my favorite childhood movie, Girls Just Want to Have Fun.  I promise, it'll put some pep in your step.

I freaking loved this movie growing up (that and this made-for-tv movie about Nadia Comaneci, which was recorded onto VHS tape from television and had a two-minute-section in the middle where it cut to Mr. Potato Head cartoons because our cable went out in a rainstorm).  It's so hilariously, awesomely bad I'm not even embarrassed about it.  This was honestly my blueprint for what high school was supposed to be like, and I was more than a little devastated when it didn't pan out that way.  The uniforms, yes; the cute boys with '80s hair visiting me at school and sneaking out of windows with the help of my zany best friend, not so much.  Sigh.

Now it's your turn to 'fess up: what's your shameful favorite movie from when you were a kid?  

Just putting it out there.

I've gotten a wee bit obsessed with graphic tees and sweatshirts lately.  Six good ones for you: 

And a hilarious set for the whole family: 

ILY Classic Boyfriend Sweatshirt, $55.

Hello Green Champ Pullover, $50.

Out of Print Little Women tee, $40.

Altru New York Times tee, $35.

Out of Print Great Gatsby sweatshirt, $42.

Rachel Antonoff I'm With Her sweatshirt, $85.

Hello Merchandise Neon Organic Family Items, $24/each.

And one more, just to embody my feelings about today: 

(Top image via The StyleUp.) 

Hope your week is off to a good start.

Ahoy, mates.  I realize that your weekends are likely well-past at this point, so I hope the first half of your week has been good and that you're enjoying the last gasps of summer.  Is anyone else excited for fall, but at the same time feeling guilty that you're looking forward to it because you don't want summer to be over?  (I have issues, and I hope you are free from ill feelings about such ridiculous stuff.)  Some links for your reading pleasure: 

I saw a girl wearing this cute backpack this weekend, and now I want it.

An article that will make women over thirty feel a lot better.

Oh dear.  I'm for sure going to be on this list: I am a massive purchaser/try-er on-er at home/returner.  (Dear all stores: maybe if you put tall sizes in your actual store, you wouldn't have this problem.  Love, T and S)

A truly, truly heartbreaking story about love and loss (don't read this where you don't want to be seen crying).

Music for focusing.

Target's fall clothes look awesome.

Bookshelfies! (via swissmiss)

Further proof that your dog loves you and cares about you. :)

A funny tradition that goes with giving knives as a wedding gift.

Cute, cheap sweater that comes in a million colors.

(Image by Alpha Smoot.)

The world's most delicious sandwich.

Want to know how to make the most delicious sammich the whole world over?  I thought so.

As an initial caveat, I might be biased because I inadvertently discovered this gem, which I have come to call the Italian BLT, while I was sitting on a beach in the most beautiful place in the world: Positano, on Italy's Amalfi Coast.  On our first day of vacation, we plopped ourselves on the above beach for pretty much the whole day, but for when when my husband went to find us lunch and found a convenience store with a tiny deli counter tucked into the back.  He ordered these prosciutto, mozzarella, basil, and tomato sandwiches and we proceeded to return every day for the rest of our stay (vacation problems: arguing over whose turn it is to get up out of their lounge chair to go get lunch).  This sandwich is simple, but somehow the whole is so very superior to the sum of its parts.    

Ingredients (these are for one sandwich): 

Ciabatta roll

4 thin slices of prosciutto (my Whole Foods happened to have this, and if it's good enough for Paul Kahan, it's good enough for me)

3-4 medium thick slices of fresh mozzarella

4-5 basil leaves

3-4 tomato slices

a couple drizzles of olive oil

salt and pepper

I presume you don't need me to tell you how to assemble a sandwich.  My only piece of advice is to be more generous with the olive oil than you think you'll need to be, because it softens up the ciabatta and makes it easier to eat.  

These travel well wrapped in waxed paper or parchment paper.  I tried to tape them shut for a recent lakeside picnic, but my olive oiled hands and parchment paper kept the tape from sticking.  My messy assembly forced me to go Martha on the whole situation and tie them with string, which actually worked fantastically.

Good luck keeping your dog away. 

(All photos by Tall and Salty.)

Hope you had a lovely weekend!

The deep summer it is, and you can see from my posting schedule how I've been feeling about the above sentiment.  This seems like the time of year for long walks, taking the dog to the beach, cooking summer foods, and generally luxuriating in being unproductive, doesn't it?  If you're in a similar mood, some links for you (and if you're not, well . . . you're probably busy doing Pilates or something and not reading this).

Snort.  I love them.

Perception v. reality. 

I love the ease of e-books, but this is pretty on the nose.

Salty air, everywhere.

You guys, Matt Saracen got married.  Landry was there, but I can't find Tim Riggins.  I sincerely hope he was outside at a bonfire getting  drunk and doing his smoldering Tim Riggins thing.

Wagon wheel coffee table not right for your decor?  Try a wagon wheel chandelier.

Why not being good at something might be your gift.

How to make a big bun.

A site that answers the question of what's for dinner.

We all have our secret closet regrets, don't we?

In case you're in the market for royal-baby-appropriate accoutrements, here's what Prince George was wearing for his big debut.

(Image by Kelly Cummings.)

Celebrities doing weirdly glorious things.

Two pictures that I think are going to make you happy: 

First, Geena Davis as Katniss's long-lost aunt Dottie Hinson-Everdeen in the post-apocalyptic, time-traveling, League of Their Own sequel you never thought you'd see, in which Aunt Dottie displays the family penchant for archery that will one day make Katniss famous:

(on a totally not sarcastic note, Geena was actually a semifinalist for the US Olympic archery team in 2000, which I find rather bad ass).

And second, Mariah Carey sporting an arm sling as only she could: 

Formal medical equipment, guys.  There is surely a hole in that marketplace.  Someone get on it.

(Images via Yahoo and Go Fug Yourself.)