A friend tipped me off to these Shakespeare in the Park performances that occur throughout the month of August. Yesterday we were lucky to catch one of my favorites, “A Midsummer’s Night Dream,” which was tailored to kids, of course. And by “tailored to kids,” I mean that all the the characters were some kind of My Little Pony. Oh yeah. Nevertheless, my girls were enthralled and when we got home, asked me to explain the plot (because Old English-meets-pony is a bit confusing, even for an English major). So I quickly whipped up the best summary that I could find online. Lo and behold, I discovered these great Shakespeare Can Be Fun books that I snapped up for both future park performances and bedtime reading to boot. Below, not the version we saw in Culver City, but a similar UK-based performance.
Disclaimer: this one is for the locals. New day, new juice shop. My latest find is LA Juice, an on-the-spot juicery that has everything from Alkaline Water with Rose (below, gorgeous) to Cardamom-Infused Almond Milk (but please note that juicers spell milk like this: Mylk). Not only is it a fabulous family-owned biz, but they have the prettiest bottles. For weeks like these (when I’m both nanny and husband-free,) it goes without saying that I need plenty of pick-me-ups. Good thing there are “shots” on the menu.
Last week my two and a half year old announced that she “is done with her bed.” Well, perfect timing: we’ve been wanting to throw all three girls in one room and flip the third into a play space (and by “play space” I mean “a room with a giant teepee”). We discovered that Oeuf, our go-to brand for all-things-sleep, now makes this Perch Toddler Bed which matches our Perch Bunk Bed. Let’s just say it’s very transitional. But when she grows out of it, slide off the rail and boom, it’s a modern daybed. Usually I agonize over these types of design decisions but this one was a no-brainer. Toss in a Tamar Mogendorff pillow and some Noe & Zoe bedding and I’m officially in over my head come night fall.
In lieu of a cancelled trip to London, we’re planning an epic ten year anniversary trip for next summer, making me reflective about both my marriage and my actual wedding. I believe the big event would have been quite different had it happened in my thirties. It might have been at San Ysidro Ranch. I might have worn Chloe. The bouquet might have been wild. And my in-laws guest list might have been cut down by 90%. But I know that my cake would be from Stone Fox Bride, and would look like this. I know. I might have turned country! But it feels right at this point in my life, as does everything else.
I haven’t written in a while, mostly because I’ve been feeling really introverted – a quality that only seems to intensify over time. But today I wanted to post about both Darcy Hemley, one of my favorite family photographers, and also a life-changing moment I had. Last Saturday we shot at Desconso Gardens, which is more organic and much less manicured than most. It’s the perfect lush backdrop for the vintage yellow train that runs through the property, weaving families through wild roses and swaying lilacs. Well. This is part two. Those who know me also know that I contact psychics and mediums on a regular basis to connect with my dad who died years ago. Today my gal told me (along with other odd things), that my father showed her “a train and flowers,” and assured me that he was with us the day we took pictures. For the first time I feel certain that he is still in my life. And these photos will serve as more than just a memory of a beautiful day in the gardens with my family, but also one that was shared with my dad.
If you have kids in LA, it’s safe to say you’re familiar with the term “glamping.” We were thisclose to doing it with some friends this summer but now I’m so glad we’re not because I discovered THIS PLACE: a 576,000-acre wild horse reserve somewhere in Nevada. It costs a small fortune – this, I know. But for something. I mean! There are over-sized hand-painted teepees, butler service and in-tent spa treatments. And most importantly, I don’t think they have Native American Beading and Mocassin classes at the Santa Barbara place. Booooook.
Mother’s Day has officially turned into Christmas with all the gift guides, scroll-through galleries and limited time sales. The pressure! On the dads! But I like it! Clearly the thing to give this year is a gorgeous luxe gift box, potentially stuffed with linens, jams, candles and some kind of bouquet to boot. This one from Summerland is for a true LA mama, serving up all the delish essentials she would ordinarily be buying at the Sunday morning farmer’s market, but will be delivered to her door instead. Yup! So she can stay in bed…which is the actual gift, natch.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mamas and mamas-to-be!
I’ve had “Let It Go” in my head for the past five months, so I’m deciding to change shit up. When I heard that Walter Martin’s “We’re All Young Together” features people like songstress Karen O from the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, I was like, S’ya, Menzel. I don’t know how to describe the music…soothing, silly, serious…let’s just say there are some cool background tunes for art projects and piecing together puzzles. And the best part? You won’t have to reach for that shotgun.
In the spirit of last night’s Met Ball, I wanted to post about one of my all time favorite accessories: le turban. When I discovered Wild and Whimsy‘s beautiful velvet versions for wee ones, I scooped up one of their sapphire headbands within seconds. And while she teamed it with Marc Jacobs rather than Bobochoses, Kate Moss once sported her own golden version to the aforementioned gala. The moral of this post is: it’s never too early to start angling for that invite.
I just got back from a 36 hour jaunt in Phoenix with m’old college boos. We had one full day there and it poured. In the desert! In April. I’m just sayin’. But in the spirit of a Girls Weekend we logged in Yogalates and spa treats, and then I put all of them on Instagram before our very chez sushi extravaganza (fact: Arizona is like Vegas – I didn’t know this!) And before the seaweed arrived, I was giving a filter tutorial to six special ladies. Let’s just say everything from red-eye group shots to camel toe was posted. Below, the new version of the beloved Poloroid, which can truly never be replaced by an app. Insert Emoji icon of your choice here.