perfectly disheveled

Don’t stress about dinner this week! Head to GrubHub.com and use this code for $15 off an order of $25+! CODE: perfect15 If you know me, then you know I’m all about a quality home-cooked meal. If you know me, then you also know that life as of late has been a little chaotic, so turning on the stove is sort of last on my list. Thankfully, I live in a city with a gazillion and one options for take out and delivery. From sushi to pizza, to a the kind of chopped salads I dream about (and yes, I do dream about food. So what?), we turn to GrubHub.com for those ...Read More
And then there was you, my sweet Oliver Blue… On September 15th, 2015 at 12:37 my sweet Oliver Blue was born. From the moment he was born, I have desperately wanted to tell his story and share our journey. I have also desperately wanted to sleep, and shower, sleep, and did I mention sleep? Turns out blogging is not so easy with a newborn. But thanks to late night all night feedings, my brain is filled (albeit foggy) with a story like no other. For there is no one else like you, Oliver… this I know… When I was about 31 weeks pregnant, I found out Oliver was breech. Not to worry, ...Read More
Everyday Organization with Cottonelle Mega Roll During my pregnancy, I got to know every bathroom around town. Like, real well. It came as no surprise to my husband that I selected our local Joan’s On Third (aka “the place that half my paychecks go to weekly”) as my most favorite place to use the bathroom and eat. Not only could I get my weekly croissant and chinese chicken salad craving accomplished (this diet is recommended by the American Academy of Pediatrics as part of a healthy pregnancy, people. Trust me), but I could comfortably go to the bathroom.  As a germaphobe, I started to notice that I was gravitating towards restaurants where not ...Read More
Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great joy that I present to you the new and improved….. Perfectly Disheveled! (The crowd goes wild) Every now and again, we all need to hit the reset and refresh button and PD certainly needed that. From design, to platform (buh-bye Blogger), it was time to take this site to the next level. In addition to how sweet and delicious life is between a 6-year old with two front teeth missing and a fiance that wants to marry me even though I sleep with my mouth open (TMI?), I’ve also had the great opportunity of working with incredible brands this past year and have some wonderful ...Read More
What post plastic perfection seeking looks like. This past year, I’ve had the privilege of working with some incredible brands and partners on various campaigns. While a lot of my editorial content has been tied up in these various campaigns, this blog is still very much dedicated to telling candid stories, sharing ideas for DIY projects, fashion favorites, recipes, and more. By the end of the year, I plan to give this blog a complete face lift and makeover (if only under-eye cream worked that fast), which I’m super excited about and very much ready for. When I speak with web designers and marketing teams, or am out and meet new people (or my ...Read More
In 1984, there was really only one person I wanted to be: Soleil Moon Frye. Between the world’s coolest tree house, brightly colored socks and tapered jeans, and an adoring “dad” named Henry, Punky Brewster was every little girls’ idol. When I was about 8, I did a little acting and did a commercial for the actual Punky Brewster doll (Click HERE to watch… and make fun of me). Who knew that 25 years later, I would meet Soleil and get to work with her on a web series dedicated to women and moms (Btw- SIDE note, do you think anyone in the 80’s would have believed you ...Read More
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I don’t know what it is, but I have the world’s worst luck when it comes to cars. While I consider myself a fantastic driver (all of you that have driven with me, shut up), and frankly the most competent and skilled parallel parker you will ever meet (it’s true, I could win medals), when it comes to… how do I say this delicately, damaging cars if you will, I suck. Let me take you through a little chronology of said luck: 1993. It all started when I got my driver’s license (Aced it to be clear) and was given the lovely gift of borrowing my grandfather’s 1980 Camaro. While ...Read More
I’ve often talked about how the old me, the JBJ (that is, Jenny Before Jonah) was highly organized, highly anal, highly efficient. Obviously, a few things were always a little messy— I had my Lucy Closets and unorganized wallets, sure. But I wasn’t all over the place. I had a system. I knew where things were. I didn’t have to shave while taking a conference call and folding laundry. At the same time. Things just looked better…. Recently I signed on as a brand ambassador with Brother P-Touch. I was so excited for this opportunity as my own brand of being Perfectly Disheveled is almost synonymous with label making (or at ...Read More
When’s the last time you looked in the mirror, and saw those dark circles under your eyes as a status symbol– a beautiful indication of the hours you put into your family and life, instead of a sign of exhaustion and stress? Or when’s the last time you looked down at your breasts (literally DOWN at your breasts, as they now fall below the equator) and considered their (dis)placement as a rite of passage, instead of “the shitty thing about breastfeeding?” OR when’s the last time you looked at your ass in your not skinny jeans but alllmost 2 sizes CLOSER to the skinny jeans, and thought it looked perfectly ...Read More
If the inside of a woman’s purse is the window to her soul, then I am very much screwed. It dawned on me the other day as I reached down into my once beautiful Marc by Marc Jacobs bag, that my purse has now become a laboratory for filth… an endless abyss of coins (not the kind that help at a meter), leaky pens, tampons (that scream toxic shock), and crumbs from snacks that look like they’ve gone through the food processor…. I’m scared to reach inside. I’m scared of my own purse. I don’t quite know how I have become LITERALLY a crazy bag lady…. But I have. Want a ...Read More