I really don’t know how lazy the days of summer truly are … it seems we are always frantic to hurry-up and get on with all that summer stands for. So I’m here to tell you how to make this all easier, so you can streamline the hurry-up part to get to the lazy part.

Get this book now. You will laugh, you will cry, then you will swoon and you will sigh. Written by the immensely popular blogger of Orangette, it is half charming memoir, half incredible recipes. I have now spent a tidy sum on ingredients to make every single thing in the book. It’s a keeper; I predict your copy will be dog-eared to death. I also predict that your copy won’t have spatters all over it like mine already does. I never said I wasn’t a work-in-progress in the kitchen, people.

And then, order these highly ridiculous cupcake toppers for your Fourth of July cupcakes that you are sure to bake/make/concoct from Molly’s book. I love ‘em.

Three cheers for the red, white, and blue. $2.50 will get you 24; that’s pretty damn patriotic!

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

It’s your patriotic duty to eat something, anything, outdoors over the Fourth of July. The Patriotic Police will write you a ticket if you don’t, and might even burn you at the stake. What shame you will bring to your near and dear.

In the run-up to the frenzy, here’s a couple of worthy contenders to haul all of your outdoor bits in. Now all you have to do is find an unsuspecting someone to lug it and wag it all around.

Very cool plates, cups and cutlery super organized in a backpack. Service for 4 with an oversized blanket, napkins, plastic cutting board, salt & pepper shakers, bottle opener and corkscrew. These guys have thought of everything. It’s here.

Then you have to have something to carry the food in. It’s just never-ending, isn’t it? This basket is really picnic-y-looking, which I think is a vital part of the whole deal, don’t you? It’s fully lined with quilted fabric and an expandable drawstring top, so you can super-stuff it.

The empty picnic basket is here. And it’s on SALE.

Happy hauling!

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

Yup, it’s the 40th anniversary of Woodstock. Let’s celebrate the fact that we weren’t there. Let’s commemorate in a way that is slightly more civilized than listening to music in mud and muck stoned out of our minds … naked. Let’s now listen to said music with Blossom and Bill and wax poetic about those who were the original Woodstockers.

Meet Blossom and Bill, they are in love. Their journey has only just started; their story is yet to unfold. And of course, they also come in RED.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

Mr. Rain, please go away. Come again ….never! The sun has made an appearance for 7 ½ minutes since, I don’t know, like October of 2007?! I’m having a breakdown. We’re suicidal here in New York. I’m just sayin’.

The Marimekko “I Feel Your Pain” umbrella. Okay, it’s not called that, but work with me here.

A big bingo prize for Marimekko again. The “This Is the Only Place Where We’ll See Flowers That Are Not Waterlogged” umbrella. Yes, I’m cranky, so shoot me.

Then, there’s the “I’m Trying to Be Somewhat Pulled Together in the Blowing Wind and the Driving Rain Even Though My Hair Looks like Crap and I Feel like a Drowned Rat.” number.

And finally, but only because I have more work to do on the Ark and I must be going, there’s the Marimekko “Singin’ in the Rain Because What Else Are You Gonna Do?” umbrella.

Besides scream, of course. But so far, that hasn’t done any good. Maybe a new ’brella will. Hope springs eternal.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

These envelopes are taken from vintage postal correspondence, with at least 3 vintage stamps and current first-class postage already affixed. Inside each envelope, you’ll find a yummy card just waiting for your thank-you, a love letter, an invitation, or even a save-the-date.

Don’t worry your pretty little head if Mr. Postman will bless these or not. He will, he will; they’re legal and all that, just see for yourself …

You’ll be the Toast of the Post, with Champagne corks popping all over the place.

Get them here. Don’t wait another minute.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

So I got all screwed up and thought this Sunday was Father’s Day, when in fact, it’s Flag Day. Be sure and go crazy on that one, won’t you?

I was all in a dither to find just the right thing for Big Daddy, and I hit on it with these super cool cufflinks and money clip. And damn, now I have to wait a whole week more to give them to him. Because of Flag Day.

If your pops needs some street savvy and a little edge, this combo will certainly do it in spades. Tag him.

The graffiti cufflinks are here; the go-with money clip for all his wads of cash is here. And chickens, don’t forget to check out the Father’s Day Gift Guide. You’ll find some really great stuff.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

These wee teas fit to a T in the palms of your hands. And there’s a nice li’l surprise on the inside rim, which makes for a sweet gift.

Each one is handcrafted porcelain, and then stamped with a “t” on the front. How cute is that?

The sweet wee teas, here. Kind of perfect for your next tea party, don’t you think?

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

Start your little angel off on the right foot. You don’t want to risk a Muzak-loving disaster in the making. You want a hipster baby!

These CDs transform timeless rock songs into beautiful instrumental lullabies. The charming recordings are sophisticated enough for even for you, yet gentle enough for your bundle of joy.

It’s your solemn duty to embarrass the sweet darling at some point in their lives, but banish the thought of them embarrassing YOU! Horrors. Can you imagine?!

Led Zeppelin, includes Stairway to Heaven, here.

Rolling Stones, includes Wild Horses, here.

Johnny Cash, includes Daddy Sang Bass, here.

Pink Floyd, includes Mother, here.

Rock on, baby!

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.