My middle daughter turns five today and whenever I reflect back on her achievements (which include not only becoming a crazy “Memory” whiz, but also overcoming intense anxiety), I always think of this blog. I started it a week before giving birth to her and it’s been a cathartic and creative outlet for me ever since. As of late I’ve sloooowed down, mostly because of my schedule and outside projects. But I have no immediate plans to quit spewing all of my golden nuggets of wisdom. And by “golden nuggets of wisdom” I mean, “shit I find online that you can also buy.” I thank any and all of you who are still with me. So…Happy birthday, Rafi and happy birthday, Macaroon! And PS, if you’re like me and are over the whole tassel-balloon-thing, grab these Sweet Lulu confetti styles as an alternative. I think I even see some golden nuggets in them.
The style vibe that’s playing out in my house this year is that of the hipster variety (save for my toddler who basically wears a gown to school). The Bonpoint fairy has officially flown the coup. Right now it’s all about easy comfort: cropped jeans, metallic high tops, baseball tees and cardis. And what better brand to push the movement forward than one of my long-time faves, La Miniatura. Currently we’re loving the marbleized zip jeans and funky-as-hell tees. I’m choosing to post some boy styles, however, because I always imagined that if I had a son, he’d wear skinnies and raglan sweatshirts. But I’m just talking out loud, here. The take-home message is that kids can still look cool and be cozy. All they need is some fabric with stretch and a wee bit of attitude (see below right). No ditzy prints here.
Like many of you, my kids are back in school and hyper-scheduled with extra-curriculars. Hoola-hoop and jumprope class? Mmm, let’s just say I’m spiraling into a pool of self-hatred as I write this. On the home front, we’ve issued Special Time: ten minutes of one-on-one time with each child. And while it’s been incredibly rewarding in terms of connectedness, I’ve played enough Memory to thwart any symptoms of early onset Alzheimer’s, and the “Monster Picnics” are simply playing themselves out. On the hunt for new games, I found this Les Jouets Libres Checkers-in-a-bag. Each piece has its own chic lil’ French character (ie. The Dandy!) and the kids can stick on the faces themselves. I’m not sure if that counts for one or two activities but I’m starting the clock now.
A friend tipped me off to these Shakespeare in the Park performances that occur throughout the month of August. Yesterday we were lucky to catch one of my favorites, “A Midsummer’s Night Dream,” which was tailored to kids, of course. And by “tailored to kids,” I mean that all the the characters were some kind of My Little Pony. Oh yeah. Nevertheless, my girls were enthralled and when we got home, asked me to explain the plot (because Old English-meets-pony is a bit confusing, even for an English major). So I quickly whipped up the best summary that I could find online. Lo and behold, I discovered these great Shakespeare Can Be Fun books that I snapped up for both future park performances and bedtime reading to boot. Below, not the version we saw in Culver City, but a similar UK-based performance.
Disclaimer: this one is for the locals. New day, new juice shop. My latest find is LA Juice, an on-the-spot juicery that has everything from Alkaline Water with Rose (below, gorgeous) to Cardamom-Infused Almond Milk (but please note that juicers spell milk like this: Mylk). Not only is it a fabulous family-owned biz, but they have the prettiest bottles. For weeks like these (when I’m both nanny and husband-free,) it goes without saying that I need plenty of pick-me-ups. Good thing there are “shots” on the menu.
My mother says I’m not allowed to be around newborns. It’s often hard for me to give them back to their rightful owner, making it awkward for everyone. But with two of my dear friends having babies this fall, it might be hard to control myself. So I am focusing on the nursery-decorating decisions: neutral with a splash of color (my stylish pal from Venice) vs shades of white with lots of texture (my polished pal from Tel Aviv). Since both ladies have impeccable taste, I think this moon and star Yume garland would be a welcome addition to either room. It has plenty of pizzazz for any hipster while remaining sweet enough for the uptown girl. I bought one for my own house in declaration of a nursery re-deux, and plan to drape it around a canopy for our new toddler bed. Unless we decide to keep the crib.
Last week I told my husband that I wanted to get my nose pierced. His response: “Yes. Yes! And what else. You also need tats.” It was as if he were a plastic surgeon, telling me what else I need to achieve the perfect trashy look. My response: “I drive a Jeep. With three carseats. I think this is it.” Cut to: I’m the proud new owner of a teeny diamond stud in my left nostril. Luckily, I discovered these beautiful, non-toxic Flash Tattoos just in the nick of time. They last about 4-6 days and you can remove them with coconut oil. But most importantly, they will contribute to my new look while allowing me to keep the Jeep.
Last week my two and a half year old announced that she “is done with her bed.” Well, perfect timing: we’ve been wanting to throw all three girls in one room and flip the third into a play space (and by “play space” I mean “a room with a giant teepee”). We discovered that Oeuf, our go-to brand for all-things-sleep, now makes this Perch Toddler Bed which matches our Perch Bunk Bed. Let’s just say it’s very transitional. But when she grows out of it, slide off the rail and boom, it’s a modern daybed. Usually I agonize over these types of design decisions but this one was a no-brainer. Toss in a Tamar Mogendorff pillow and some Noe & Zoe bedding and I’m officially in over my head come night fall.
For some reason, I have a number of friends with babies turning one this month. All boys. I’ve already written about the cray-cray teepee that resides in my living room, but had I not temporarily lost my mind, I would have gotten Vilac’s lil’-bit-Western-lil’-bit-French style that actually belongs indoors. Friends with one year old boys, take note: an Indian headdress (for your viewing pleasure) and some pop-up books (for his viewing pleasure) will score you a strong five-minutes to yourself. Or maybe even six.
As a former retailer, I am my own worst nightmare: I browse all main season long and then once sales hit, I pounce like a panther in the night. Stuff for the kids, sure, but mostly, for moi. The little ones scored some floral Stella McCartney rompers and glitter sandals that kill their feet. I snagged a weird Christopher Kane “flower anatomy” sweatshirt and Ancient Greek Sandals x Carven knee-high “banana” gladiators that I’ll probably wear once. I am also eyeing these very wearable Preekka sandals for all of us but sadly, sometimes the good stuff stays full-price. But no mattah. They’re the perfect simple style to team with a severely marked-down Isabel Marant linen dress (and Stella rompers to boot).