I started checking your blog everyday since you've gotten pregnant. Love it!. I was prego at the same time (had a baby girl in February). I have a request - can you please post a review of your new sandals (the ones that look like Louboutins)? I'm on the fence whether I should get them or not.
Thanks so much and good luck with everything!
Thanks for the blog love and WooHoo for baby girls!
Want to hear a really sad story about the Vince Camuto Wedges?
After ordering the shoes, telling you all about them, and planning outfits in my mind… I received an email from Piperlime telling me that the shoes were out of stock and my order was cancelled. Nooooooo!
I WISH I could give you a shoe-review, but alas I was denied.
I'm trying to plan my sister's Bachelorette's Party, I really want to make this a day she'll remember, but I don't want everyone to have to break the bank. We're having it in Chicago and so far I got us reservations at Kit Kat Lounge, do you have any suggestions of where we can get relaxing manicures and pedicures and a great dinner before the show? Thanks!!
Ah, planning a Bachelorette Party is one of the great responsibilities of a sister!
If it were me, I’d check out Princess Nail Lounge- The space is as cute as can be [chandeliers, hanging beads, etc] and they are very reasonably priced. Plus, I know they cater to group events and are champagne friendly!
Then, perhaps, I would head a few blocks up state street for dinner at Quartino, a lively cafe that serves up tapas-style Italian food [shared plates] and has large round tables to accommodate parties. PLUS, the staff there is really fun….they won’t put on a penis crown or anything, but may stick an erect banana in your ice cream sundae.
Some thoughts on my mind on this dreary Thursday afternoon
Neon is the new Neutral. Thanks to color blocking trends you can throw a hot pink sweater over anything and it is a perfectly acceptable topper. This makes me happy.
Do you realize Beyonce has been SHUTTING IT DOWN for almost 15 years…that means she has provided the feel-good soundtrack to nearly half my life. And not only has she single-handedly started global dance crazes & fashion trends…homegirl actually got a word added to the dictionary [bootylicious]
A solid coffee buzz is one of life’s simple pleasures.
I often ask Hazel, “Can you believe how loved you are?” and I realized the answer to that question is YES. My daughter only knows unconditional love…from every person in her life. It breaks my heart that this isn’t true for every baby born.
Thank God for OWN…this channel [and the 20th anniversary DVD box set] is all I have to get me through my Oprah withdrawal.
Peaches on the grill are delicious. and healthy. Add it to your menu repertoire this summer [she says to herself]
"You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown" is an underrated musical. I think someone ought to produced a dark, twisted, avant garde revival exploring Charlie’s life on the fringe of society and his complicated canine relationship. Drah-mah.
When I change Hazel’s dirty diaper, I may or may not sing that Abba song, “Super Trouper” and sub in a word that rhymes with Trouper. [oh my god, I hate bathroom humor. I can’t believe i just wrote that.]
I am supposed to be packing for the lake [we are headed up today for the long weekend], but instead I am compiling this list. C’mon…1,2,3 Time to Be Productive!
Unlike blogging, where you spend time thinking carefully about what you say in each post, Tumblr is really more about the moment of consciousness, and capturing a snapshot of it. Hence, where blog posts are supposed to be solid and stand-alone, Tumblr posts stand in relation to an entire thread of posts. That’s why looking at a Tumblr page is like taking a peek into a person’s stream of consciousness.
Tumblr is the perfect expression of what being on the internet is all about these days. It’s about expressing who you are or how you want to be known, and letting people respond to that in a conversation where they express their ideal selves to you as well. Where traditional blogs are prone to self-indulgence, Tumblr admits to it and, having gotten the awkwardness out of the way, lets people indulge collectively in themselves and in others. I think it’s not too far-fetched to say that it’s possible to meet the most interesting people on Tumblr, and that genuine dialogue can happen in it. So it’s not hard to see why Tumblr retains so many people. It’s addictive, even “blogging as it was meant to be,” as one blogger put it. Maybe one of these days I’ll create one myself.
The girls go to Barneys [Smile Friday & Purse Love & Hazel Meets Hazel]
Yesterday Mama, Hazel & I swung by Barneys to poke around a bit.
I wanted to introduce her to Kelly [the best shoe girl in the city!] and a few of my favorite designers.
At first Hazel was content to just chill in the stroller, but when we passed the racks of Phillip Lim 3.1 she wanted to get up and look around [I know we were in the Phillip Lim section because I was running my hands across this killer cropped sweater when she let out her squawk.]
So I picked my girl up and walked her around showing her pretty dresses, must have scarves and then taking her to check herself out in their floor to ceiling mirrors….
She proceeded to make a series of the most ridiculous faces. Haze was being funny, hilarious… and her double triple chin, raised eyebrows and stuck-out tongue had me laughing, hard.
Mama A was laughing too. As were the sales girls.
There I was standing in Barneys with a Baby who was being a total character bringing a whole lot of smiles to the Co-Op floor. It was the most fun I have ever had shopping. Ever.
After her in-mirror antics, we strolled downstairs to check out bags. She was memorized by this patterned Balenciaga…although I am pretty sure it had more to do with its strong contrasting print than the actual purse itself.
And one more story…
on our way out the door we spotted Hazel Barr, a much-loved Chicago Socialite & Philanthropist. We had to say hi. There aren’t all that many Hazel’s running around the city and it seemed only right that the two should meet. Hazel, this is Hazel.
and I am pretty sure they liked each other!
And there you have it, some stories from (my) Hazel’s first trip to Barneys.
Mom and Dad H were in town this weekend. They said it was to see us…but really there was really only one item of interest on the agenda:
Despite lousy weather, we had a wonderful time. Hazel clearly loved being spoiled with treats and non-stop attention (there were so many kisses)
While Simon and I got to enjoy a couple of wonderful at-home dinners with our p’s …complete with wine and cupcakes. and more wine.
The grandparents gave us a pretty sweet gift too. They babysat Hazel for a few hours on Saturday evening while Simon & I headed out for our first post-baby date.
Thor in 3D. (natalie portman for me. comic book characters for him)
God, it was fun getting out even if we did keep our phones on our lap the whole time just in case Grandma/Grandpa texted us with an emergency. But our phones didn’t ring. The GP’s had things completely under control. (duh)
The point of living isn’t to be in a perpetual state of fairy-tale ecstasy; it’s to find the meaning of life, the meaning of your life. And the point of marriage, I think, is to create meaning, with every happy and sad memory, every hardship overcome, every kind act, every moment of acceptance, every triumph, every child, grandchild, pet, and friend you accumulate together. The point of staying married until you die is to have a witness to your whole life, to the meaning you built. In the end, you can look at your spouse and say: Somebody knew me—and I knew them.
With money you can buy a house, but not a home. With money you can buy a clock, but not time. With money you can buy a bed, but not sleep. With money you can buy a book, but not knowledge. With money you can buy a doctor, but not good health. With money you can buy a position, but not respect. With money you can buy blood, but not life. With money you can buy sex, but not love.