For as long as I can remember, my friend Liz has been talking about creating a product to shove in your kids hair that would make it Marge Simpson-esque. Years ago, she demonstrated her idea for me with a Poland Spring bottle. I thought she had gone mad. Cut to: she’s selling it on Amazon! Perfectly coined “Pophead,” it comes in three punchy colors that are all different heights. Girls who love to pile it on (meaning, everyone) will fancy the snap-in jewels coming out next month. Think Crocs, but way more glam, and for your head. Now that’s what I call a good hair day!
I’m experiencing major wanderlust after being away for a few days in Utah with the kids. Realizing that it’s all about the get-aways, I planned about six trips within the past four days (a special Hacienda in Mexico, a cherry blossom trip to Kyoto, a Sofia Coppola villa in an Italian hilltop town, and finally, the always-beautfiul and somewhat-local Lake Tahoe). I decided that I could be happy staying in this house forever so long as we can get a few special scenery changes each year. Below, a sweet handmade doll from one of my favorite artists, Mathilde de Turckheim, that looks as if it could have been sewn in France, Germany or maybe even the borough of Brooklyn.
It’s that time of year: you receive a note asking your child to create, design, decorate and label thirty Valentines. Now multiply that times the amount of school-aged kids in the house. So that would be sixty for moi. This year I decided to do a card “toppings” bar and turn the dining room table into a smorgasbord of googlies, glitter pens, stickers and gems. I know. Gang-busters. But the star of the show might be these eeboo pom poms (which come in awesome shades like “Crab” and “Flamingo”). Lemons are now you-know-what.
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.
For the past three years this week has been particularly festive for me since my third daughter was born on December 30th. Given a choice between the 30th and 31st – which are clearly both shitty birthdays – I chose to let her have a double dose of party for the rest of her life. Not that she’ll be a party girl or anything. This sweet glitter confetti from Catbird in Brooklyn sums up how we will be celebrating her day this year – with an intimate get-together and enormous cheer. Happy birthday, my sweet Cleo!
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.
I tripped upon what I think might be the coolest gift for either me or a pre-teen girl. It’s the Lomography Camera (gold edition, natch) that uses old school film that needs to be purchased seperately. And while there is no numbing cream to the mellow the pain that is developing your photos at CVS, apparently it’s worth it. Think: Instagram-like dreamy, glow-y pictures in hard copy. And since the Instagram camera is clearly not coming out anytime soon, those who love the look but are less narcissistic can post collage-worthy snapshots of your kids, your food, your yacht-whatever-on the fridge. Followers not included.
Yesterday I got caught head-banging to “Cruel Summer” at a red light by a Hollywood hipster – if there is such a thing. Bananarama was my first CD so I was overly excited. My eldest daughter has been begging us for violin lessons while my wild middle child has been repeatedly asking for – yes – a drum set. At their cousin’s house today they discovered an “electric” guitar that prompted a six kid rock band performance. Music can really transform a group! Or a single person, as exhibited on Little Santa Monica. For now, my tiny Fresh Beats will have to settle on this Mexican-looking Vilac ukulele that they can learn how to play sans lessons. And no batteries required.
Every now and then I find something that inspires me to get crafty. Not crafty in a Martha way but crafty in a well-within-my-own boundaries way. One of cool the things this Torafu make-your-own stamp set can create is a great-looking graphic wrapping paper. And I do love a DIY wrapping paper (see my post from last year on Ouef’s printable faces.) It’s gifting 2.0 and it’s just in time for those who are starting to think about the holidays. I just make sure that whatever’s inside comes assembled.
Last night I went to my friend Emily Liebert’s book signing for her new novel, You Knew Me When, and I couldn’t have felt prouder. It’s special to watch a friend of 25 years finally reach her career goal – especially while juggling two young kids. During her discussion, not only did she reveal that her second book is already written but that the main character is based on her “old friend Zoe, who is in the audience.” Pause for effect. Yup, it’s pretty much the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me. I look forward to September 2014 when I can read about “Allison” who just might be a total byatch – I don’t know. But unlike Emily, I have zero imagination so these Djeco magic books – complete with single tricks tucked inside a Olympia Le Tan looking box – are more my jam. I’ll even sign one for you in my terrible handwriting.