You could say that my three and a half year old has the hair of a hockey player. It’s basically a wavy bob with a handful of straight strands that wind themselves into a long rat’s tail. We’ve been wanting to just chop it all off but my nanny begs us not to: “She likes to feel like she has long hair.” Well, last night that all changed. We had a family haircut session (Gemma covered her eyes and proclaimed that she couldn’t watch) and all I could think about while shearing my child’s tresses in slow motion was 16 Candles. Would that make me Jamie Gertz in the scenario? It felt sinister – like I was betraying her. And then! When she turned around and it was like a gorgeous new child, I knew I had done right by her. Below, a celabratory Lieschen Mueller headband – what my little angel should be wearing atop her new, all one-length wavy bob. Time to party! (Jake Ryan not included.)
It’s almost here: the annual recital for my daughter’s dance school. Every class gets a different song-related catalogue costume (can you see it in your head?) and then the girls stroke and cherish it all year as I stare in disbelief. This year Gemma has some off-the-shoulder corset situation (it could almost be an inappropriate beer commercial) but, Rafi’s class was apparently The Chosen One and will be doing their routine to Flashdance. My gay dad pal and I re-joiced and fought over who would make a better side pony. Below, my dream costume for any dance recital, made by the beautiful Australian brand Tutu du Monde. And I’ll leave you with this: Take your passion! And make it happen! Pictures come alive – you can dance right through your liiiffe!
I spied my stylish friend Leanne’s daughter wearing a floral maxi dress at a recent Baby2Baby event – which, has become a full blown Met Gala for the under eight set. I texted her to find out the retail source and as suspected, it was “that store on Santa Monica – I can’t remember it’s name!” Trico Field, people. Well if I were at all well-versed in photo shop, I would have an arrow pointing to the dress on the far left (though the rest of the get ups are kind of giving it a run for it’s money.) And with Trico Field, you know it’s money - yes, double entendre intended.
It’s called Travel Insurance and I don’t plan a vacation without it. As of right now we are headed to the Amalfi Coast next month but the will-it-actually-happen factor still lingers in the background of our planning. After canceling two trips this past year, I am having a hard time committing to a weird pareo thing that I’m feeling pressured to purchase. In the meantime, I might make my oldest daughter sport this Wovenplay sweatshirt for some encouragement. A-mal-fi.
An Easter egg hunt at my sister-in-law’s house turned into a lice party when we found ourselves getting “the comb through” after a shared t-ball helmut gave my (now buzzed) nephew a bout of buggers. As a card carrying member of the five-time lice surviver club, my memories are just nasty. But these days it’s different: a pleasant lady named Wendy will come to your house, comb through your hair in front of Nick Jr, and then rinse you in a peppermint oil treatment. The girl’s curls were all deemed louse – free and in honor of that, I wanted to post these beautiful Macon & Lesquoy bobbi pins. We should all be wearing hearts in our hair this week!
There’s nothing like a good sleeve. We’ve been trying to convince my brother-in-law to do it for years but (arguably) the older you get, the harder it is to pull off a good “arm mural.” So just start young. My latest fave tattoo finds are from Rosie Wonders. She has everything from muscle men and sharks to mermaids and nesting dolls. And with those options, there are plenty of stories to tell.
If your kids are like mine, they like very small things and require some kind of bag for which to carry it all around. With Valentine’s Day approaching, I’m a little obsessed with these sweet Claire Vivier leather pouches that will stash everything from treasures to charms to stickers – and can be monogrammed to boot. When stretched apart, they even double as chic ring trays for your night table. So perhaps a better idea might be to put your own initials on one and let her use it to tote her trinkets from time to time.
I’ve oft written about my love for great wrapping, even though I am the worst wrapper ever. Furoshiki, an eco-friendly Japanese wrapping cloth (to be exact) has been popping up on a few web stores and I have been struck by it’s loveliness. Recently I was scouring the Harabu House site for a writing assignment and found this great looking style that even I couldn’t make ugly. In a psychotic fit of web browsing, I found a wrapping tutorial here. But the best part is that once it’s unwrapped, your friend can re-gift the wrapping. I like it.
Last week at a Kindergarten thing, one little girl’s (mom’s) answer to the pouring rain was skinny jeans, a baseball tee and some Nike dunks. Say, Haaay!! I appreciated her casual approach even though she probably spent way longer picking out the ensemble, knowing which pre-school she goes to. High-maintenance or not, she gets an A + for effort…for trying to look effortless. This week we started a rotating soccer/track/basketball group and I thought it’d be the perfect time to score a pair – as I’m currently inlove with high tops anyway. Teen Witch fans can sing it with me: ‘Top that! ‘Top that!
I admit that I’m excited for the sleepover stage. And I mean the innocent kind where little ones eat pretzels in sleeping bags – and don’t watch “Blame It On Rio” at a friend’s UES apartment. (Bad!) Smiling Planet, the originators of whimsical – chic tableware are about to launch this sweet, water-proof overnighter. It’s so cute that you can stuff it with animals when she’s not on a little adventure or simply hang it on the door knob. Smaller tikes can even take it to grandma’s. And nope! Raunchy ’80s movies not included.