I love when my friends get creative. And right now I’m digging these starburst ball studs from my girl of almost twenty years, Sarah Hendler. The other style I’m coveting – a pink sapphire studded heart ring – would make the best push present for some lucky new mama (it’s really too bad this shop is closed). And with a brand new addition to her super hip fam (dad is chef Vinny Dotolo, a star in his own right), SH has lots of time to dream up some more beautiful, vintage inspired pieces. And by dream, I mean not dream because she’s not sleeping.
I’ve stayed at my mom’s house throughout various ailments and recoveries over the past six years and it’s akin to staying at the loveliest Bed & Breakfast. Everything is super crisp, and cool Cali air wafts through the guest bedroom windows. Plus, you get three spa-like meals. An example would be a just-made fluffy oatmeal pancake and morning almond milk cap. These sunny carafes and glasses from Esque Studio are just the gift for a hospitible hostess. I’ll take the mandarin orange one in the orchid wallpaper-clad room along with some alkaline water, thanks!
I’m gearing up for my first big gala of the school year. Event locale: Hollywood speakeasy. Theme: Roaring 20s. Borrowed blush-toned fringe dress? Check. Grandma’s fur cape? Check. Vintage Christian Dior liquid gold turban? Check. Oh wait. Perhaps I should swap that last one in favor of my daughter’s Tutu du monde sequined headpiece that’s shades of Daisy Buchanan. Tight around the scalp, yes, but it will feel a lot looser after a drink.
I desperately wanted a school with uniforms for my girls, partly because I like to wear the same thing everyday. My winter months “mom ‘form” usually consists of some sort of easy top, Acne jeans and very old silver Les Prairie des Paris brogues. They’re a huge step up from my high tops and are more comfy than ankle boots with any sort of heel. So imagine my surprise when I found these Anais and I mini me versions. Now will they survive PE? Pro’lly not. But if worn everyday then maybe they’ll learn to kick a rubber ball or two.
I was down for the count with the stomach flu over Valentine’s Day so this is my “love” post. Well, it’s actually a “love back” post. Last year, my sis-in-law turned me on to Milk + Bookies, an extraordinary and very necessary organization where children donate books to peers who don’t have bedtime stories of their own. Now that my eldest daughter is reading up a storm, the notion of giving books to children in need could not be more poignent. Plus, when you’re contemplating your kid’s next birthday party (JAG Gym? Nahh. Coach Samir? I don’t know…) well, here’s your easy answer. And finally, while cruising the website I noticed these limited edition Marc Jacobs “Future Philanthropist” tees which speak to me on yet one more level. Doing good is a good look. And that’s not a bad life lesson, either.
I’m late to every social media party. Basically I arrive when the crowd is leaving. Yesterday I joined Instagram which felt exciting and not-so-monumental at the same time. My first picture? A very styled shot of my two year old, Cleo. Does anyone ever post anything that’s not art directed? Even Amanda Brooks’ cows look…Below, some amazing wild flowers from Flower Girl NYC that I can get behind for Valentine’s Day, which look very much like a gorgeous, styled Insti-shot. “Like”.
For years I’ve been obsessed with this multi-purpose balm from Organic Pharmacy and now that the weather is “cold”, I’m breaking it out again. It’s worthy of any on-the-go mom who wants to stay somewhat polished because it can be smoothed on nail beds, dabbed on cheeks, patted on eyebrows and rubbed onto lips, obv. It’s small, it’s pretty and you can easily toss it in anything from your Givenchy bag to your Claire Vivier daytime clutch (“impersonal you,” that is). Plus, it’s all-natural so you’re wee ones can pat it on chapped skin that can even occur in 63 degrees.
I often wonder what my wedding would be like had I gotten married at this stage in my life, with my evolved taste and adopted California lifestyle. Most of my guests would have kids so I’d have to enlist one or two special little ladies to be Flower Girls. Perhaps it would be at San Ysidro Ranch. Perhaps I’d be wearing a garland. And perhaps the little ones would be wearing these vintage lace dresses from Stone Fox Bride. The only thing I haven’t figured out is, in this scenario, would the Flower Girls be my own?
It’s that glorious time of year: school fundraisers. This year I have two separate galas with two different themes. Roaring twenties = I could do that in my sleep. Bizarre Bazaar = let’s just say do not google that phrase for inspiration if you are at the office. So does one go out and purchase a vintage stole and some fur antlers? The answer is: you’d be surprised what you can find in your friend’s closets. Below, a super amazing headress I wish I could sport but will not because it’s too un-PC for a multi-cultural school setting. But maybe I need one for another event on October 31st.
It’s that time of year: you receive a note asking your child to create, design, decorate and label thirty Valentines. Now multiply that times the amount of school-aged kids in the house. So that would be sixty for moi. This year I decided to do a card “toppings” bar and turn the dining room table into a smorgasbord of googlies, glitter pens, stickers and gems. I know. Gang-busters. But the star of the show might be these eeboo pom poms (which come in awesome shades like “Crab” and “Flamingo”). Lemons are now you-know-what.