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Objects Of Affection
{ Lucy's favorite afternoon nap spot ... }
{ ... A woodsy, floral perfume, stud earrings, and a vintage script scarf for Valentine's Day ... }
Over The Bridge And Worlds Away
When I was about nine years old, my parents started toying with the idea of moving to San Francisco, and we flew out for a few days to look at houses. I remember this trip so vividly, mostly because for a city girl growing up in a smallish apartment, the idea of a for-real house was almost too exciting to handle. I remember seeing a house with a looping driveway bordered by weeping willows; another one with a huge, wide-open field out back and an exercise pool on the deck; a third one with a Spanish-style roof and a big staircase with a railing perfect for sliding down.
And then my parents - probably worried that I wouldn't want to leave my school and my friends - said, "If we move to San Francisco you can have a golden retriever puppy."
My bags were practically packed.
Moisture From Head To Toe
On me: Steve Madden Yerba boots; Black Rivet jacket.
I’ve written extensively about my problems with wintertime dryness, but seriously: if I could just go ahead and marinate in a vat of oil for the next couple of months, that would be great.
My lifelong battle with alligator-ish tendencies has, however, had the happy effect of giving me more than one solution (and product suggestion) for combating the extreme dehydration of hair, skin and nails that often pops up during the wintry months.
The Mama Uniform
Last time I visited Morgan in San Francisco I brought heels, because I had a mental blip.
This time? Nope. Because what we do when we're here is sprint around after three children, go to aquariums and play spaces and science museums, push strollers up and down very steep hills, run around in sandboxes, and kick balls in fields. Heels aren't especially helpful for any of those things.
But that doesn't mean that I want to be shlumpy. And so what I brought with me are several variations on my Mama Uniform.
Of all the clothing "categories" - black-tie, business casual, date night, whatever - my absolute favorite is this one: the outfit that you actually put on in the morning when what lies ahead of you is a day of running around. And last night Morgan asked me if I could put together a look for her that works for "real" life as a mom, but still looks pulled-together and reasonably fashionable. In other words: comfortable, practical, cute. In that order.
Half-Homemade Coconut Cream Pie
Counting Clouds
Three screenings of Planes (for real; I think someone was excited about flying), one waffle, one banana, one cup of blueberries, one cup of pasta, one cup of cereal, one cup of dried green beans, two applesauces, three crackers, one yogurt parfait, and one McDonald's egg-and-cheese biscuit later (what can I say? the child can eat), and we're in San Francisco!
Of course, the first order of business was to head straight to In-N-Out Burger for some animal style action. Because we were starving.
(Perfectly Oversized) Plain White Tee
Seriously, I can't think of a very good reason why I would wear anything other than this every single day for the rest of my life. Why mess with something so wonderful?
Links & Love & Stuff
:) Starting a new project! (I was going to hold off a few more weeks to start so I could do either a pink or a blue explosion, but I fell so in love with this rainbow wool - mine is #7824 - that I couldn't wait.) Want to knit along with me? This is a fun, easy pattern.
:) Looking for an awesome, classic everyday watch for an also-awesome price? Here you go.
:) Kendrick told me a couple of days ago that when I am pregnant, I am like the nice and evil Gollums having a conversation with themselves. That sounds about right.
When You And Your Partner Have Different Schedules (A Little On Loneliness)
Q. Hi Jordan,
I've been dealing with some new circumstances as a newlywed, and I was wondering if you could help. My husband and I have exact opposite work schedules. I am alone at home a majority of the time and we often go days without seeing each other in a state of consciousness, and I find myself getting lonelier and lonelier. I'm a very social person, I have a really fulfilling job, we have a dog, and I work out all the time, but it's a totally new type of experience when the house feels so...alone.
Spending time with him is obviously a huge priority for me, but it feels like my life is constantly dictated by his schedule, from when I get to see him to trying to schedule with my friends to when I get to eat meals to how much sleep I get. I'm really struggling with how much more this affects me than him, and it feels really unbalanced and, honestly, unfair.
