My mom likes to point out how many grammatical mistakes I make on this blog. To that I say, Oh shit, you’re right mom, but also, Well I’m just really fucking tired!! I know…and I call myself a writer. (I mean, I don’t call myself one, but…) Below is a picture of one of Giles’ limited edition dolls that he made for Matches which launched yesterday. It’s also a picture of how I feel on a daily basis, and I believe many other parents of young children feel this way as well. So I apologize for any grammatical mistakes. I am sleepy, sloppy, and as my husband often points out, am someone with “no attention to detail.” But from now on I will proof-read bettere…Just testing you, mom.
It’s no secret that I am anti-refined sugar for both grown-ups and kids. I know, I know – agave and all that shit is practically just as bad – but I still feel as if the alternatives are the lesser of two evils. And since my kids have a birthday party or two every weekend, they’re not exactly deprived. While in New York, I stumbled into Papabubble on Broome and fell in love with the hand-sculpted candy I watched being configured on heated tables. The result was my asking them to ship custom “R” lollipops for Rafi’s birthday, to which Jon accused me of being cray cray. In any event, sweetness trumps principle in this case and I’m cool with that. Hopefully my fellow haters will be as well. Take a lick!
Let’s give it up for these $150 gorgeous, custom balloons. Well if you’re like me and want more than one balloon at your party, you can just do the math. That said, the tassels are reusable. That said, you better be throwing a birthday party each month in order to justify the buy. But they’re amazing, says my inner monologue. This is about the time when I turn to my best friend, BEtsy, for some advice. And like always, she came through for me. I found a lovely shop called The Flair Exchange that makes balloons that look quite similar. I mean, only a balloon aficionado would know the difference. And guess what? Reusable tassles. My inner monologue is saying, Well done.
After my children passed around Pink Eye to one another, tonight I got struck. Please, sir, can I have another. While I have blurry vision in one eye and feel it slowly crusting over, my hypochondriac husband decided that (obviously,) he has it too. When I rolled my one good eye at him after he told me he’s going to start using the community eye drops, he accused me of accusing him about lying about his symptoms. This is a man who, after returning from New York during the bed bug epidemic last year, stripped down naked before coming back into our house, right after he dumped out the contents of his suitcase outside. His germ phobia is unrelatable to me, as it’s the one strain of anxiety that I actually don’t have. Below, our new little Bobo Choses baby blanket, one of the many things which now has to be handled with tongs, dare I pass this shit back to the baby.
I just returned from my solo New York vacay (and I highly recommend a solitaire escape for all mamas) but have since been having conflicting feelings about my living in LA. This trip I took note of all the young families in the city, wondering if I should really have been one of them. Even though my friends all tell me how tough it is to be there with little kids, I still wonder what my life would have been like had I stayed and toughed it out. I just love that city so deeply. And to boot, I get to break out all my dope shit that are too harsh for pristine LA eyes. At some point I wish to own this Delfina Delettrez ring as it perfectly captures my current emotional state. So this post is an ode to all my East Coast lovers, to whom I’d like to quote Amy Poehler in Mean Girls: ”You keep me young, I love ya so much!” (Wink.)
I’m off to New York for a week and the forecast is…wait for it…rain! Every day I am there. Shocker. And yesterday I was put on antibiotics by one doctor after having an unpleasant excoriation procedure by another. (Hopefully no one knows what that is.) It’s good times in LA so it has to be more fun in rainy New York…And at least my peeps are there. Below, a gorgeous, rainy day blanket from Donna Wilson which reminds me how cozy and lovely the rain can be (especially when wrapped around a baby.) Maybe I’ll drape it around myself and go gallery hopping – I don’t know. See you in a week!
***Happy New Year to those who celebrate!
Let’s just say there was a major model in my spin class the other day. Let’s just say it was Agyness Deyn. Let’s just say that girl should not be burning calories. There are certain things that go on your “to do” list after three children: start a Latisse regimen, get on the retinol train, cut back on sugar, etc. And then just check the boxes. However, when my brother came back from New York one year with Momfuko birthday truffles, I nearly dropped my lash wand. And then when I found out they make a cake version….and we have a birthday coming…..Let’s just say it’s time to double up on spin sessions.
This Venetian mirror from ABC Carpet will give me pause next time I want to post something on Pinterest. My vision was to hang it in my girl’s room after a (possible) wallpaper change. So like any other psychopath, I posted it as a reminder to myself online. And then it got repinned and then it was sold. Now I’m not sweating myself too hard…only a handful of people follow me so there is actually a 99% chance that it was just coincidence. But it did emphasize the idea that once you covet something, someone else might…we’ll all get up, it’ll be anarchy! So maybe in the future (in order to satisfy my shopping paranoia,) I just won’t post one-of-a-kinders. Though in the end it was really my fault…TOO SLOW!
Say my naaaaaame! And every color illuuuuuminates. It’s that Florence And The Machine remix that made me dance alone in my home office this morning. It was refreshingly uncool. I’ve been introduced to so much fantastic music through my favorite Soul Cycle spin instructor that I feel like I’m a whole new generation of myself. While I was once a spin skeptic, I actually started the round of applause at the end of class the other day. (Woo! clap clap clap.) While I patiently wait for the arrival of Fly Wheel LA, I am ready to start upgrading my spin wardrobe to match the magic. And although Stella for Adidas is more my speed, these Jeremy Scott for Adidas sneaks are what I feel like I should be wearing while letting loose to my Florence remix (maybe at Fly Wheel?)
When your first three Face Book status updates in a row are new baby announcements, you know you’re in the zone. It’s that block of time where everyone around you is simultaneously expanding and decompressing. Which means, so many gifts, so little time. The Times blog gave me this fun wrapping idea (use art scraps, kid’s scribbles, basically left-over-anything,) instead of trad paper. I especially like stuffing some little things into a mason or weck jar. And to all of this I say…Welcome Aria, Phoenix and Violet! Great name picks, y’all.