Monthly Archives: October 2015

Lifestyle

Attagirl

diaper cream in baby's hair

What can I say? She's committed to her craft.

I mean, you kind of have to respect the sheer volume of effort my daughter put into this. She didn't just slap that diaper cream on; she applied it. Thoroughly.

So after I laughed at the sight of my marshmallow-child - because really, when things like this happen there is nothing else you can do (besides, of course, take a photograph to show your husband so that he believes you when you tell him exactly how bad your day was) - I started the extremely long process of figuring out what the hell to do when your one-year-old paints herself from head to toe with a product that is specifically formulated to repel moisture.

My Looks

Three Ladies (And A Boy)

Sometimes you've just got to have a good girls' day out. Lunch at a restaurant with a sunny patio and good bellinis, ice cream with chocolate sauce for dessert, a little window shopping. Our girls' day included all of those things (plus a boy).

The outfit I'm wearing here is obviously nothing special - it's basically my default outfit for when I physically need to be wearing clothing but don't really care what I look like in it - but what's nice is that lately I've been trying to do what all those fashion-advice-type women on TV are always telling you to do, which is whittle down my closet so that it's stocked primarily with pieces I can just pull out and put on without really thinking about it. Like, say, a pair of jeans that feel like your most beat-up pair of pajamas (but aren't), and a pair of oxfords that feel like your most beat-up pair of sneakers (but aren't). So even when you're "not wearing anything special," you're still wearing something that kind of...is.

Also just while we're on the topic of oxfords, everyone in the entire city of New York has been wandering around in these for the past year and I loved them when I first saw them and continue to love them now.

Style

Indian Summer

Union Square Playground | NYC

OK, so New York City in October is the BEST. It's all crisp air and blue skies and apples and kids in jackets (but not gloves or scarves) playing outdoors because they still can and stuff.

And so what I packed for this week's trip was big chunky sweaters and hats and boots and a seriously cool army jacket that I bought on sale last spring. Yeah yeah yeah, the weather forecast said high '60s/low '70s, but weather forecasts can lie.

My Looks

Just The Best

Sunset | Sausalito, CA

Anthropologie Sweatshirt | Free People Jeans

Told you we were going to talk about this sweater again. But not too much, because while it may be 8:30AM in New York City (where I am, sitting at my parents' dining room table in a ratty, oversized sweatshirt that I bought at the Christmas Fair in elementary school and drinking cup after cup after cup of coffee out of a mug with my childhood cat's photograph on it), it is 5:30AM in my West Coast head. I'm here for a week on business, but Indy came with me because he wanted to and he's at an age where he can tag along with me to work things and be okay about it - but as easy as he is to travel with, he still "needed to ask me something" until about 2 o'clock in the morning. And then, once he was absolutely positive that he had woken me up (over and over) beyond the point of no return, he passed out.

Lifestyle

Links & Love & Stuff

 We're going to have to talk more extensively about this sweatshirt later, because it's that good, but in the meantime: here you go. (I bought it in a size large, FYI.)

 My friend Erin just finished an epic 10-day journey across the US with her six-month-old, and wrote about what she learned about parenting from the three mothers who she stayed with (myself included). This post had me in tears.

 You can't ever have too many of these.

Decor

The Sad, Sad Garage

This may be the most beautiful photo I have ever posted on RG.

When we were looking for a house, we made a wishlist of sorts - the kinds of elements that we were hoping to find, but could theoretically live without if the house checked off our Big Stuff (good school district, a playroom/office area, within reasonable commuting distance to Kendrick's office, etc).

Our wishlist included things like exposed beams, an open floor plan, a nice outdoor space, and some kind of bonus area where Kendrick would be able to set up his recording equipment (which is big and involves lots of wires, hence the problem with setting it up in, say, a corner of the living room). The latter is a tricky one, because we were really spoiled at our last house: the previous owners had turned our garage into a sort of studio space, so he just got that whole area to do whatever he wanted with. Here, not so much: every room in our place is small, and there's just nowhere for all that equipment to go.

Style

But One Button

This is not my torso. It is my friend Francesca’s. You may have already suspected this for the following reasons:

1. The presence of a tendril of long brown hair, as opposed to a tuft of seriously-in-need-of-some-cut-and-color blondish bob;

2. Non-horrifying nails that extend beyond the tip of the finger, are not possessed of a series of chips so extreme that they venture into avant garde territory, and that have visibly made contact with a nail file sometime in the past week;