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I’ve posted my love for Tamar Mogendorff’s handmade creatures a few different times but have since found a new, UK based fixation. Abigail Brown makes the most extraordinary fabric birds (yes, I was tempted to get the black swan!) but made the flamingo my current obsession. Since I’m not one to shy away from “asking” (my indoor custom Karen Kimmel tee pee might be a good example,) I inquired about Abigail’s building me a life sized bird that could tower over Cleo’s crib. But…not so much. The price tag and the shipping procedure actually gave me slight palpitations so for once in my life, I did the normal thing and purchased something as-is. Not that this is a normal purchase, but you know what I mean.

Let me tell you that being back in the world of newborndom is a real hoot. I forgot everything. Like when I asked our baby nurse what I am supposed to do with the baby once she stops sleeping so much (her answer: put her on a mat, do tummy time, take her for walks.) Oh right. And when she informed me that the baby should get a bath every night or every other night (like that will happen,) I couldn’t even figure out how to place the newbie tub-thing on the sink. But the deliciousness and the memory of the sweet little noises all came rushing back, along with a newfound curiosity for who this person will become, even in just six months from now. And since it feels like ages since I last had a newborn, there is a whole new crop of baby stuff that is capturing my attention. One of which is my new favorite baby gift, a foam footprint kit from Marlies Von Soden which you display in its stylish foil packaging and is way chicer than the Color Me Mine footprint we made for Gem. But then again, what did I know back then?

It’s rare that Hannukkah and Christmas overlap, so our gift-giving is still going strong. After seeing Kim Krans’ ABC Dream book written about here and there, I decided to order it for Rafi, who is now into the alphabet. I tend to buy books for the following reasons: it came highly recommended, is a kid’s classic, or has insanely gorgeous illustrations. And if you glimpsed at even just the cover of this book, you’d know which category it falls into. The rest of Krans’ site is interesting, filled with all sorts of whimsical posters and cards. But if there is a toddler in your home, this book will make “B is for Braid!” a whole lot more enjoyable for you. Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and Happy Hannukkah!

My dear friend Juan Carlos Obando gave my girls these crazy Pantone Barbie dolls that Mattel sent him. Let’s just say that one of them came with an IPad and chunky heels. My mom blasted me for allowing them in the house. ”These are not what real women are supposed to look like, girls!” is what I kept reminding my kids. Even though the real reason I don’t really want them in my house is because they’re butt, not because they are anatomically incorrect…Girls have Vogue from just about every country to teach them about unattainable figures. Anyway, a doll I can really get behind is this one from Lanvin. She poses no controversy save for the price. And no artsy mother of mine is going to question my ethics for letting her into the home. Except for my spending ethics, but that’s another story.

My good friend Mike Smith directed me to a website that gages your blog’s popularity and ranking. To which, I discovered, Macaroon Original is around the eight millionth most popular blog online! So thank you, my (four) followers, for keeping me so relevant in the online world. That said, I did tell Michael this: If you want advertising, traffic counts. But long ago, I decided that wasn’t a goal of mine, so it really don’ matta. Rather, I wanted to create another small brand after the shutter of my LA boutique, and for that, you want the right people to be reading. Over the past few years, I’ve discovered that the eyes that I want on this site are here, and so for that, I will thank you all for real for your patience and interest. This post is a shout out to all the blogs that I follow, all the readers that follow Macaroon, and to the “love and warfare” that accompany trying to keep your head above water as a parent. Below is a cushion I want to place in my kid’s room to remind me of the constant beautiful battle.

My husband got me hooked on 24/7, a weekly boxing documentary which leads up to the Mayweather-Ortiz fight, so I’ve made a habit of reading some kind of estrogen-surging magazine while watching it. This week it was British Elle Decor which I either read voraciously or casually flip through. In the Editor’s Letter, there was a lovely still life of random stuff which included this Victoria and Albert pattern book set, from the V&A museum in London. I love collecting pretty, colorful books, whether they are major tomes or just decorative pieces. I did a quick search and found them on, your friend and mine, Amazon. So I tacked on these sweet little nothings to an order of ballet shoes and sippy cups, natch.

Why there is Halloween shit in CVS already, I really don’t know. But pop in for a tube of toothpaste and dressing up will be all your kid talks about. Gemma already decided she will be a mermaid (an obvious Ariel reference) though I am trying to convince her to explore other options. An ’80s rocker! An East Village punk! A Beatnik! (And…All rejected.) But I found one option of which we both might approve: a Native American tween. (I assume three year olds don’t wear the actual headdress.) I found this beautiful editorial piece (which made it onto the cover of some Vogue Enfants) for sale at Simone Agency in Australia though I am positive you can find a version of one at your neighborhood Tarjay.

Jon and I have been looking for a statement making photograph for the entry to our bedroom for quite some time (it’s rare that we both fall hard for the same artist.) But once we tripped upon Jackie Nickerson’s striking African images, we knew we had to make it happen. This one speaks to us in different ways: for him, the Nike sweatband is powerful cultural commentary, for me, the subject exemplifies a strong woman and serves as a great message to our two young daughters. But on a fluffier note, we both feel it will look cool-i-o against our Florence Broadhurst metallic eggplant wallpaper….We’re really not that deep.

After tearing through just about every September issue, my Fall obsession is really reduced to my LA winter mainstay: high quality knits. ‘Round here they can be worn as jackets all winter long so in my mind, it’s a two-for-one purchase. But a Top Shop sweater won’t cut it. I want a hand-knit-grandma-style-that’s-luxurious-but-super-stylish-at-the-same-time. All with a Kill Yourself price tag, of course. Hard to find! But I’ve dished it out a few times over the years and it’s always been worth it. And guess what, there’s nothing effing trendy about these pieces so you seriously will wear them in years to come. I owe a big thank you to T Magazine, my prized connector to all-things-cool and my gentle reminder that I am from New York, whether I wear sweaters as jackets or whatever. It turned me on to Lemoine-Tricote, a French designer who makes souped up mohair, alpaca and bamboo styles, all somewhat convertible, all somewhat offensively expensive. And yet I stand by my word: the splurge is worth it.

News of starving children is torturous to anyone. But as a parent, it feels like a double-dose of torture. This post is an expression of gratitude for the most important thing we are able to give our own children, food and water. Meal time should never be taken for granted. And place mats from Modern Twist celebrate it by offering chic, Ruben Toledo-esque images, while allowing kids to doodle on them with washable markers. Let’s just say you’ll be wondering how that penne arrived so quickly. But this should also remind us of the thousands and thousands of little ones in East Africa who are desperate for meal time. If you’re like me and have a hard time figuring out which charity puts their money where their mouth is, my dear friend Eve in the Non Profit world insists that the American Jewish World Service is as straight-shooting as it gets. Let’s help let’s help let’s help.

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