Today’s newsletter is going to be super quick and dirty because I have about 7,000 more words to write today and I’ve gotten *some* done but not nearly enough. The good news is that I’ll be off the bulk of Mother’s Day content by tonight and back to regularly scheduled TMB programming. Phew.
What I’m working on now:
Taste of Home: Kitchen and Home Organizing Gear We Love at Wayfair. You know the drill with this! I need organizers you can get on Wayfair.com. Bonus points for brands great about social shares, double points for publicists who pitch Wayfair links, lolz. bryce@theluxuryspot.com
Family Handyman: Still need more affiliate-readycar accessories! Where are all you auto gear publicists? Pitch me those bestselling Amazon skus, Walmart, Target, Home Depot, etc links! When did I start writing auto content? I dunno, but here we are so let’s enjoy the moment. bryce@theluxuryspot.com
Recently published:
You need these lazy Susan turntables in your life, but especially in your kitchen.
Not sure if this one populated on the public end just yet, but if not, it will soon! These are some of the cutest seder plates for your Pesach gatherings.
Jobs:
Buzzfeed needs a new managing commerce ed! This is a great role. Someone out there needs to take it so I can be happy for them!
Musings:
So, can I tell you about Bev’s wolf?
In my last freebie newsletter I told you about Beverly, the 80-year-old woman who lives down the road from me after retiring here by way of Brooklyn. She’s a delightful little firecracker of a lady—maybe 5’2” if she’s wearing robust shoes and a grand total of 100ish pounds soaking wet. We’d always say hello to each other, but lately I started jogging with my bigger dog (I have two dogs, one of them is far too prissy to jog anywhere ever) past her house as the weather began to warm. She stopped me to talk a few days ago and seemed a bit sad, so I figured it was a sign from the universe to slow down and make the most of a moment with Bev. She asked me about my doodle and commented on how she was “so loyal,” to which I nodded and agreed. Then she told me about her beloved german shepherd.
Bev actually never adopted a dog on paper. A stray german shepherd just started hanging around her house several summers ago. She took a liking to the very furry gal and started putting food out, assuming the rightful owner would come for her at some point. Well, the owner never did and the dog ended up really loving Bev. It’s cold up here in the Hudson Valley and Bev eventually moved the shepherd and food bowls into her garage so the frigid New York nights weren’t too much on the dog’s body. Still, nobody claimed her. Eventually, after several months the dog moved into Bev’s house. Slept at the foot of her bed for six years before she seemed kind of ill.
Neighbor canine looked something like this.
Bev ran from vet to vet, specialist to specialist before one animal hospital said “ma’am, I think we should do some tests.” Apparently, some of those tests were DNA tests, and Bev’s shepherd was actually a coywolf—part coyote, part wolf. Zero domestic dog DNA. Sadly, that non-shepherd died not too long ago. Bev cried in her driveway telling me about her very missed and beloved “wolfy.”
Anyway, the moral of the story is this: petite old ladies from Brooklyn are literally the least afraid of anything ever, even wolves, so don’t mess with them.
OMG this wolf story is EVERYTHING! So crazy 😂 love it.