Today was my birthday and I met it with mixed reviews. I wish I were someone that could be proud of aging but a facial peel that “makes you look ten years older before you look ten years younger” coupled with heavy news regarding someone’s health just kind of made the day a bit of a bummer. Dinner at Matsuhisa and a maxi dress from Trico Field (for me, actually – and only twenty dollars more than the same style for a five year old!) certainly livened my mood. So would this red paper pouf chandelier – a perfect party decoration for any occasion. But mainly I just hate turning 34. Yup, I said it.
My daughters went ape shit when they saw me flipping through a Met Gala slideshow on the Huffington Post. It was if they were in the presence of 113 real life princesses. Oh wait! That’s only Lauren Santo Domingo. Was that Belle? No just Hilary Rhoda. This post is an ode to the fashion fest that is blowing up in my home town because sitting in the pouring LA rain, I couldn’t feel farther away. I imagine that these Visionaire designer toys would sit nicely on the bookshelf, next to all our Fancy Nancies.
After a super sunny weekend in Sonoma with our pals from New York, we came home to a dreary LA. After my local juice guy announced that Angelinos think that hazy weather is tantamount to “the locust plague” (and therefore don’t show up for juice on such days) I realized that there is in fact a need for a light raincoat here – for minor sprinkles and heavy looking clouds, that is. This one, from Anais and I, is one I wish came in adult sizes. I’ll even take a heavy down pour along with it from time to time. No she di’int. Run for shelter!
Lately the girls are complaining that their covers are too heavy. So for sport they’ve been making me fetch them random travel blankets, stroller coverlets and throws. Since heat rises and Gem is on the top bunk, I thought I’d get her a pretty quilt that’s warm but not suffocating. Which means that Rafi, who’s on the bottom, will probably protest bedtime until she gets one too. Luckily, these mega dot quilts (though a wiser choice for me would be the “mini dot” version) come in a few pretty hues that look even prettier when displayed next to one another. Perhaps our baby Cleo will join the game sometime soon and we can acquire the dream trifecta, as seen below.
It’s that time right now. The kids should be in bed but Jon and I have been diffusing responsibility so the girls are running around the house and bouncing off the walls. My five year just said, “We’re wired!” Don’t get me wrong. I love books and I love snuggling. But it’s the PJs and the water and the peeing and the questions and the this and the that…I have beds on the brain and thought it best to make today’s post about a super cool Numero 74 cot/seating area for your kid’s room. It will make sleep-overs chic and will serve up stylish sitting for dolls and animals. And now…in the words of a popular New York Times Best Seller, I will say: Go The F*ck To Sleep!!!
***As I am about to publish this post I hear, “Daddy, want to see my push-ups?”
This post is for the sister-in-laws Corleto who said that while they follow this blog, whenever they click on a link, something like “Spreet er demand engels hire” pops up. Or another foreign language that makes shopping the featured item rather challenging. My immediate response was: Google Translate! I mean, come ON. So I thought of both ladies when I discovered these beautiful and unique customizable baby blankets from the Dutch company Noohn that I am just dying to buy for my one year old who just started sleeping with stuff in the crib. Open up a second screen, type it in word for word…It’s too easy.
***By the way, that sentence reads: Does anyone here speak English?
Cleo’s turning one in a few weeks which to many, is the most important birthday (ie. my friend Eve who threw her son a circus-themed bash at The Soho House.) But turning one is also a home decor milestone because you’re finally allowed to deck out the crib with pillows, blankets and animals (even though a baby can squirm out from underneath any of those things long before twelve months.) So let’s spruce it up, sister. Here, the Scholten & Baijings pillow that I’ve been waiting to smush into the corner of the crib…I’m sure it will be bathed in drool once thirteen months arrives.
…Somebody’s watching me. I just love a good over-sized animal image in a child’s room. And there are so many good ones from which to choose. Whether it’s a cutesy giraffe (been there, but still) to a growling bear (for siblings, perhaps) they will all add a little extra flavor. Just recently, I discovered these owl pictures from John Pusateri. But since they’re drawings rather than photos, they’re less precious and more artsy. Can I get a whoot, whoot.
I’ve been wanting to write about these vintage decoupage globes from Imagine Nations for some time now and it finally feels poignant – when our world is turned on its head. Like every other parent, I’ve been in a state of shock/panic/depression/heartache over the Connecticut shootings. This post is dedicated to anyone touched by this horrific, unthinkable act of violence. The world mourns with you.
I found a good one, people. It’s a brand of Barcelona-based wall art called Chispum that sells everything from whimsical dragons to playful bubble sayings. But I love, love the “headboards” that are basically a stand in for an actual head board, should you own a lackluster twin. You just need to have a little vision and a lot of good throw pillows. And everything is offered in a range of languages so for instance, if you wanted to step up your “Mirror, Mirror” wall decal, you could order “Petit Miroir, Petit Miroir.” Or en Espanol. Who writes this stuff!