In the Thankgivukkah aftermath we are left with: frozen almond butter millet blondes and also lots of art projects. We loaded the girls up with various Seedling crafts because they are fun to put together and let’s face it: look awesome upon completion. The feather headdress was a personal fave this season – it even looks rad just sitting on the dining room console. How politically correct of a gift was it for a holiday that overlapped with Thanksgiving? Not very but I guess I won’t have to worry about that for another 77,000 years.
This afternoon my daughter came home with a backpack that bore no resemblance to her heart print Le Sportsac with hand-made Peruvian keychain dolls and dangling glitter coin purse (it’s easy to identify.) Apparently it was our turn to take home “Diamond,” the class mascot. When a fellow mom saw that we got the stuffed horse she was like, “Oh your afternoon’s fucked.” And thus began the photo documentation and journaling process. Turns out Diamond watched me get in a fight in the parking lot of a party store, curse myself out while trying to carve two pumpkins, and did not eat much of her baked chicken at dinner. Hm. So clearly the message here is: be suspicious – very suspicious – if your child comes home with a totally different backpack. Below, a ‘pack I’d also love her to come home with – a Lecons de Choses “Rainbow” style in flaming red. Overnight assignment not included.
So this happened: two cars with six children under the age of seven were a block away from the airport, all headed to New Mexico at 8AM on Friday morning when we got a call that – yes – the flight was cancelled. Now I’m not one to make lemonade out of lemons – rather I just sulk or cry, even, in the corner. But my friend Joanna had a brilliant idea to go home, toss out some sweaters and layer in some tanks built for 95 degree weather (we were packed for an autumnal Albuquerque low of 39 degrees) and kick it in Palm Springs. So I turned my frown around (my husband has a much sunnier disposition – why we work!) and so that’s what we did. Two hours later, we were happily eating quesadillas in Norma’s at the Parker, coloring in face masks with florescent pencils (okay that part, I’ll take credit for.) Below, a darling Ouef “Bambi” cardi that would have been perfect for frolicking amidst lavender and wild flowers. Maybe it will still be chilly there this spring.
This morning I heard a radio ad for an LA Haunted Hay Ride that features scenes from real-life murders from the likes of Jeffrey Dahmer and other insane human beings. I imagine that’s exactly the type of thing that people want to pay money for: re-enactments of the most brutal crimes in history – just to scare the shit out of you on Halloween. But what can I say. Actors needa act. In my house we will have a more mild ‘Weener. I will not be dressing up my toddler as Charles Manson but rather she will be sporting this Wovenplay Aventuur costume along with an adorable stick horse to boot. Cowgirls needa ride. But yes, we will be skipping that ride.
It’s Charlotte Olympia for kids, yo! Even though the Beverly Hills boutique stares me down whenever I’m at the neighboring Trico Field, I’ve never actually taken the velvet kitty slipper oath (though I’ve been tempted.) Now there are “Incy” styles for tots – like these web slips in a bubblegum shade of pink, no less. The real question is, who gets the goods: the oldest, who can pass down a “gently used” pair to her sisters or the new walker who won’t ef ‘em up? Answer: Neither. They shall quietly sit on display.
In the spirit of Fashion Week I’ve been on the hunt to find the perfect pair of vintage Levi’s to crop and wear with an embroidered Chloe top – thank you, Jenna Lyons for the inspiration. So far I’ve only come across denim that is too destroyed which is not really my thing. For the junior set, however, these iron-on pads are perfect for livening up a pair of jeans that have weathered some skinned knees at the playground. Or you can throw them on the elbows of a sweater to make more of a statement. Now’s the time.
After my youngest snapped my Tom Ford sunnies in half, I vowed to stop spending a ton of cash on shades. So when the Warby Parker bus pulled onto Third Street in West Hollywood, I made a commitment. And I’ve been proud to sport a vintage-inspired, blue framed style that have attracted many admirers. Until I lost them. Which lead me to scooping up a new aviator style from the same label. The moral of the story is a two-parter: babies snap sunglasses and I never remember where I put anything. This all begs the question (and I think you know the answer): do I splurge on Karen Walker’s new oversized kiddie shades for the girls? Snapping hands…hands off.
*Arriving after Labor Day
We just booked a trip with another family to Los Poblanos, an organic farm in New Mexico. It sounds too good to be true: roaming peacocks, swaying lavender and minimal chic farm houses. There’s balsamic tasting and a balloon festival to boot. And even if the reality doesn’t match the fantasy, I can still live the dream in a Little Doe silk floral halo. Teamed with a maxi dress and Frye boots, it’s the perfect look for attending a “Field Sketching Academy.” Nope, I couldn’t make this up if I tried. I’ll report back in late October.
My friend Jewels said when her daughter turned 7 she officially left the “Disney” phase and entered the “ninja geisha” chapter. I was like, Bring It, and I’ll explain why: when I suggested powder blue Linus Junior bikes to my two eldest, they shut it down and went straight for the glitteriest pinkest shit in the store. I mean…there are bigger problems in life, I guess. But then I found these bike stickers from Scotch R’belle, one of my favorite kiddie brands. Slap that hand-drawn skull on the handle and all of a sudden you’ve got yourself one badass cruiser. And there’s even some glitter on it.
My good friend Kasey just had twin boys. But that’s in addition to her other two boys. Boom! The question still stands: what do you get twins when the family (literally – and I mean literally,) has everything? Answer: I’m still not quite sure but I discovered these all-different baby sets from Estella in New York. They piece a few complimentary items together for one big, bad, beautiful baby gift. Since newbies are well before the age of fighting-over-whatever, it makes sense to get one lovely set for both. And then you can just give the Sophie Giraffe cousin-thing to the dog (oh whatever, you know she already has 7 of those.) Welcome little Lems!