Archives for category: Kid’s Fashion

Attention crazy-ass gift-givers: I recently found these Into The Wild baby mocs and thought, what a blessed gift for a newbie. They have all all the elements that I look for in a first pair of shoes: a wrap-around leather strap, a Native American flair, and a peacock plume. Perfection. Get a pair for your coolest pal’s bebe and watch them dangle while she’s toting him or her around. Plus, these aren’t gender-specific so they’ll last beyond the first kid. Especially because noone is actually walking in them. intothewild

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. lovechild

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. oxford sweet william

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.futurephilanthropist-front-325x360

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?13_vintageedwardianflower-a_c6823e9c-c66f-4dd1-aabe-6b18fe30fe81_1024x1024

My Kindergartner is into these keychain thingies that kids dangle from their backpack. I have no idea what they’re called but apparently this is what’s happening in elementary school. As soon as I tuned in I realized that all the kids were sporting a version. Of course if she were going to follow a major trend, the keychain thingies were gonna at least have to be unique. Up first were these handmade fabric dolls from Tanzania of which I can’t seem to locate more (I’ve tried). Next we layered in a glitter heart coin purse – to stash her lunchbox stickers, natch. But then. I discovered these Mua Mua fashion keychain thingies and decided that I just might have to start my own trend. anna key chain kirna

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. rainbow-backpack smallable

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. bambisweater_fig

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.
wovenplay cowgirl


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