Thursday, August 30, 2012

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Said Shirley Jackson

I looked at the clock with the faint unconscious hope common to all mothers that time will somehow have passed magically away and the next time you look it will be bedtime.” 

- Shirley Jackson 

* finally treated myself to a copy of Shirley Jackson's Life Among the Savages (at a dear friends suggestion). Now that my mornings are spent hunkered down under a shady tree at the new park that opened down the st, I might actually get to finish this one. 

Let you know how it goes. 

Stuck On


Laren Moffat

Obsessed with everything in this collection. And am actually happy I don't own this blouse because I'd wear it everyday and people would grow tired of it.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Scenes From a Weekend // "Mothers"


A night on the town, to see our boy's play our favorite bar this Saturday. Mother's Tavern in Sunset beach. A dinky red shack across from the beach where the music is loud and the peanuts aplenty. One of those places you can't help but fall in love with because of it's tattered gingham curtains, leopard bras stapled to the ratters, beer in mason jars, and pretty bartenders. It's darn small, which makes it even more homey. Always a good time. Especially considering how rare it is that Nicky, Anne, and I make it out together these days to these kinds of things (sitters get tougher the more children you have) -- to top it off, my lovely niece came to join us as well which made for a perfectly fun evening. We even managed to sneak in some silly photos together in between sets. I have a whole series on my phone that I should probably share as "outtakes" later this week because they're pretty cute.

Later that night we made it over to this gal's house for her annual end of summer bash where I was reunited with an old friend I grew up with but haven't seen since high school! Have to say it was the highlight of my week. And yes, apparently ALL of my friends keep blogs.

In other less exciting news, my car has been out of commission for the past 3 days. It's starting to wear on me. Plus I just realized I'm flat out of diapers. . .

Potty training (hard core) just might start tomorrow. . .

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Baby Makes 11


As in grandchildren. On my family side.
This cute little guy being the newest member. My sister's boy, born last Friday.

Welcome to the world Gray Aurthur.
Your cousins promise you are in for a world of fun.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Stuck On


Forest Bound handmade bags. One of those things I "add to cart" then walk away. Then "add to cart" then walk away.

For the record: my birthday is about 68+ days away. Might be the excuse I need to actually pull the trigger. I mean, this bag... is, so, perfect.
And I'm not a "bag girl"


Monday, August 20, 2012

Scenes From a Weekend

Where: Downtown L.A
Why: Amalia's birthday

We all had a blast on Sunday at the birthday party my Bf threw for her girlfriend, Amalia who lives in NY but was down for a bit to celebrate. Snacks & balloons galore. And a mickey hat Rex was dead set on stealing (he didn't, but he tried. poor kid needs one of his own)

In other big celebratory news - my sister's baby boy was born Friday and is absolutely perfect. Today the boys will meet him for the first time. They are so excited they can hardly take it.


Happy Monday!


Wednesday, August 15, 2012

back to school

So it turns out first graders care a great deal more about personal style than kindergartners do. At least that's what I concluded this time around, shopping for back to school stuff with Arlo. Suddenly he was hesitant about the tee shirts I picked or the socks I suggested. He wanted things a certain length, size, color, style. Oddly suspicious instead of easily acceptable. Wanting pieces that suited his own budding tastes and didn't look strictly "mom approved." For instance, I always pick classic stripes and solid shorts. He wanted brighter, bolder patterns and though it was a bit tough to adjust to at first,  I quickly started to see that this fresh interest in his clothing is not just a need to feel a part of the trends, but a bit of him coming into his own person. Confident in things he knows to be "Arlo,"instead of simply relying on mom to outfit his personality.

* However, I did manage to talk him out of a pair of God awful neon pants in trade for an giant icy - so I'm no saint. 



A few pieces we happily agreed on   >>---------------------->  >>---------------------->

Lunchkins pouches (used for markers and glue sticks)

Galilean Moon Tee
Target Navy Lunch Bag
Target geometric notebooks
Osk Kosh reversible tee
Old Navy ring neck tee
H & M day o' week socks 
US Map from the fabric store (wrapping paper section)
Faded Glory denim shirt (thrifted)
Scranton sketch notebooks for drawing
high top checkered Vans 
Classic navy slip ons
Kanken navy backpack 










Monday, August 13, 2012

Scenes From a Weekend

This weekend was kind of a bust. A big summer storm moved in while the heat stayed well into the 100s so it was pretty miserable out doors. We napped, cleaned, watched movies and had bagels in the park once the weather cooled. All in all it was the closest to "bored" I've been all summer. Sunday Mike woke early and spent the entire day assembling the new version teepees (changes being a thicker, water proof canvas with grommet holes and rope lacing the neck instead of hand stitching) a scene that has in fact defined our summer. Which is great. Except when you've been cooped up in the house all week long and are desperate to get out and see people, or a movie. Which we did. Finally. Moonrise Kingdom, and it was just as incredible as I had heard. Pure bliss to escape for a couple hours, have dinner out and get lost in a dark room with a cranking air conditioner and a dreamy film. Loose sight of the teepee production, the grocery list, the awful invasion of ants crawling around the house, the electric bill, and the stack of back to school forms that need to be filled & returned sooner than seems fair. For two hours it was nice to think about nothing at all. And boy do I wish it could happen more.

Today it's back to the grind. Homework, dinner, emails, preparing Leon for his first day of preschool, and planning for a hectic but festive weekend ahead.

The ebb and flow of suburban living.