I’m late to every social media party. Basically I arrive when the crowd is leaving. Yesterday I joined Instagram which felt exciting and not-so-monumental at the same time. My first picture? A very styled shot of my two year old, Cleo. Does anyone ever post anything that’s not art directed? Even Amanda Brooks’ cows look…Below, some amazing wild flowers from Flower Girl NYC that I can get behind for Valentine’s Day, which look very much like a gorgeous, styled Insti-shot. “Like”.
For years I’ve been obsessed with this multi-purpose balm from Organic Pharmacy and now that the weather is “cold”, I’m breaking it out again. It’s worthy of any on-the-go mom who wants to stay somewhat polished because it can be smoothed on nail beds, dabbed on cheeks, patted on eyebrows and rubbed onto lips, obv. It’s small, it’s pretty and you can easily toss it in anything from your Givenchy bag to your Claire Vivier daytime clutch (“impersonal you,” that is). Plus, it’s all-natural so you’re wee ones can pat it on chapped skin that can even occur in 63 degrees.
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?
It’s that glorious time of year: school fundraisers. This year I have two separate galas with two different themes. Roaring twenties = I could do that in my sleep. Bizarre Bazaar = let’s just say do not google that phrase for inspiration if you are at the office. So does one go out and purchase a vintage stole and some fur antlers? The answer is: you’d be surprised what you can find in your friend’s closets. Below, a super amazing headress I wish I could sport but will not because it’s too un-PC for a multi-cultural school setting. But maybe I need one for another event on October 31st.
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.
One of the coolest places to buy art is Art Space, a curated marketplace that sells commissioned works by famous artists. I’ve been known to troll it from time to time and have discovered some great new names. This Mario Testino photo reminds me of my old store Presse, with its walls lined in framed images from French fashion magazines (which now hang in my home office). Miss Moss, who serves as the ultimate fashion inspiration for all mamas, turns 40 today. Happy wellies and hot pants!
When in doubt: Dance Party. I’m not the first to have them and I certainly won’t be the last. My signature moves are usually a blend of boy band, interpretive and fist-pumping, mixed in alongside a few choreographed steps with the girls. Newest necessity: Jam Box! It makes playing Lana del Ray re-mixes in the bathroom that much brighter. Minis are the bomb too. (Both speakers and people).
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.
Happy New Year, peeps. Which means there are lots of fake resolutions to jump on. First up, everyone’s requisite: get healthy! While I’m anti-resolutions, I am pro-getting healthy. My latest obsesh is with my new local juice joint, Juice Served Here, who is no joke. The owner taught me about “fillers” which pretty much populate the majority of green juices on the market (to name a few: cucumber, celery and romaine). Then I met their “01″ juice. Jam-packed with Chard and Collards, it’s not easy on the taste buds – I won’t lie. But it’s a great palette cleanser to rid yourself of that New Year’s Eve taste-in-your-mouth. And they deliver all over LA. Cheers.
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!