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1970s Baby Outfits And Coffee Shops

That was pretty much what our weekend was about.

I spent Saturday - which I hear was beautiful, but did not actually see for myself - sitting in this very spot in my pajamas while my son and husband adventured around at aquariums and grocery stores, working on a couple of hugely exciting writing projects I'll be able to announce in just a few weeks.

Sunday we decided to head into the city because Indy is pretty much obsessed with my parents' cats and was desperate to see them. Fine by me: you know what's in the city?

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Presenting: The Big Boy Bed

There is a time to say goodbye to everything, and last weekend it was time to say goodbye to the crib. I held off for a little longer than we probably should have mostly because something about this made me so emotional: I remember, weeks before our son arrived, Kendrick and I standing over the empty crib and staring down at the mattress and just not being able to believe that very soon there'd be a person (albeit a very tiny one) right there in the middle of it all.

And now he's growing up and taking steps towards independence, and it's exciting and I love it, and it also makes me...not sad, just...

you know.

Makeup & Beauty

Spring Break…For My Nails

For three decades, I did not care about my nails. As a result, they were usually more than a little scruffy: peeling, dry, chipped, and filed (or, more accurately, broken) to different lengths.

My desire to have pretty nails coincided almost to the day with giving birth; all of a sudden, I had to let go of any reasonable certainty that I would be able to leave the house and interact with other human beings while looking anything close to presentable, and something about having polished, manicured, non-chipped nails made me feel better about that.

Like I had something, even a small thing like my fingernails, under control. "See?! I may look like I haven't slept in three weeks and I may or may not be wearing a shirt, but damn, my 'I'm Not Really A Waitress' polish looks hot."

Makeup & Beauty

How To Tame Frizzy Hair

I think we've established (via copious amounts of snow-related whining over the past two months) that I do not like the winter. But one thing that’s less-than-terrible about the season of freezing cold is the fact that my hair tends to look pretty decent. See, I have majorly humidity-reactive hair: the kind of hair that, when it encounters a single molecule of airborne moisture, twists itself into shapes so bizarre that it sometimes seems that my only recourse is to cover the whole mess up with a hat.

Humidity is not my friend.

But the fact that I’ve spent many, many a summer in humid New York City (and now humid Westchester) means that I’ve developed a few tricks to help offset all this frizz, and since some of you may be headed off to Spring Break in warm (and humid) areas in the weeks to come, I thought I’d share.

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All The Pretty Dresses

Over the past several days a few friends and family members have asked me what about having a girl I'm most excited about. And I think the answer they were expecting was probably something along the lines of OMG THE PRETTY DRESSES. But that's not the real answer; not even close.

Before we get into that, though, we should probably take a minute to talk about those dresses, because hello they are cute. Yes, little boy clothes are fun too, and I had convinced myself that they were *almost* as fun as little girl clothes...but...ummmm...

Not really.

Over the weekend, we went on a celebratory Baby Gap trip that probably wasn't especially well-thought-out, considering that these purchases were made in preparation for an event that's a solid half-year away and considering that as a parent I know that what you actually dress your newborn in are not "outfits" but rather cozy onesies (like this and this and oh my goodness this), but come on:

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The Girl In The Red Dress

Everyone should own a red dress.

I've owned a handful over the years - none of which have cost more than forty bucks; I think this one was $15 at H&M - and they're always what I break out when I'm feeling like I could use a lift. For a special date. For a big Girls' Night Out. For any event, basically, where I'm OK with being The Girl In The Red Dress (because when you wear a red dress, that's what you are, and that's what everyone will refer to you as for the duration of the evening and in subsequent recaps).

Many of my red dresses have been very, very bare, and some have even been cut-down-to-there, but this one - which is more of a tunic, really, and could arguably be called a "shirt" (not that calling a dress a shirt has ever made me disinclined to wear it as the former) - is the kind of shape I want to wear right now. Super-short (with opaque tights during the daytime), but with a boxy cut and covered-up arms to balance out the shortness. And tall, flat boots to make the effect a little more sporty than sexy.

Entertaining

Excellent Find: Ikea Juice (Or Wine) Glasses

I have a lot of glasses. Moroccan tea glasses, blue-dyed water jars, stemless wine glasses, mismatched floral teacups...even a crazy Mason Jar Wine Chalice complete with little beach souvenirs embedded in the stem (it's true). I like trolling around home furnishings stores, yard sales and thrift stores for cool specimens, and over the years my glasses have become sort of a collection; I worry less about owning "full sets" than making sure that I love (and use) every single one.

But my absolute favorite ones - the glasses I use more than any others, for everything from my morning grapefruit juice to water to wine at a casual dinner - are my tiny, gold-trimmed glasses (a gift from my aunt, who found them at a swap meet in Canada). It's mostly the size and shape - they hold just the right amount of whatever it is that I want to drink, are so delicate and pretty that they look great incorporated into pretty much any tablescape, and are low enough that they're tough to tip over. I love them so much and use them so often, in fact, that I'm starting to get worried that despite their relative stability...I will break them, because that is the kind of thing that I do. Frequently.

When we were in Ikea last weekend (our second trip in two weeks, this time to pick up the bed-slats-that-do-not-come-in-the-package-with-the-bed) these rainbow glasses made me do an actual double take: love the size, love the shape, love the colors (springtime!). And at $1.99 each I figured I could pick up a few, and not have a tragedy on my hands should one shatter.