Happy-Making

All I want for Christmas is:


(anthropologie)


(banana republic)


(anthropologie)


(anthropologie)


(anthropologie)


(gap)


(polyvore.com)

P.S.: So, last night I couldn't see this picture clearly, and didn't realize these boots had weird vertical stripes. Now I see the error of my ways, and would like to scratch them off the list, and replace them with the black boots below.
P.P.S.: Go ahead and Yahoo Image search 'black knee high boots for women', and go to about page 4 or 5...and tell me you don't feel just a littttttttle dirty.


(max studio)


(anthropologie)

24/30

It Seems Clever At the Time

It seems clever at the time, but in reality, the headband/scarf/bandana is the universal sign for "I didn't wash my hair this morning." among women. Isn't it? This morning I planned my entire outfit around laziness, meaning I had to wear something that would match with the only scarf worthy of hair-wearing, a light green and white one which has also served as a belt in a past life when my waist wasn't the circumference of a barrel in which you might see someone tumbling over Niagara Falls. It's now relegated to Greasy Hair Cover, matched with Kelly green pants and a black peasant-feel top. AKA the only clean outfit with which the scarf would blend, thereby hopefully looking more like a thoughtfully chosen accessory than a grease-catcher.

Except that, it's universal. Isn't it? I don't know a single adult woman who has not attempted the whole, too-lazy-to-wash-so-I'll-cover-instead trick. Go ahead...claim you've never done it. You're either lying or scarily germophobic. And so, when I decided to do my daily act of kindness and get coffee for Luca and Rohan's 'nanny'*, I noticed the glance the drive thru chick at Starbucks gave me. It went a little like smile, glance furtively at scarf on customer's head and determine she is attempting to hide grease, smile a little wider.

Because, you see, she didn't wash her hair this morning either. Her wide black headband tells me it's so.

*(a) we call our daycare provider a nanny because she's too fabulous to be called a 'sitter', and 'nanny' makes me feel a little more high class, and (b) ok so I really wanted a nonfat pumpkin spice latte so I could pretend for a moment it's actually going to be fall sometime soon in this hellhole metropolis I call home, but I DID buy he a coffee because I think she's fabulous

Snip.

I hope it goes to a good home, because I got to take this lovely braid with me, to be sent to charity.

More diapers and the storage solution

There was a great sale on www.blueberrydiapers.com a week or so ago (may still be going on), so I bought some more cloth diapers and some wet bags. Most of the diapers are too big for Luca right now, and probably will be for some time yet since she's just a peanut. But at half off, I couldn't pass them up! They are SO cute!!! Here are some pictures of the diapers. Not shown here are the two we used tonight; one in yellow with lime snaps and the other in pale pink.






In addition to more diapers, I almost caved over the weekend and bought a diaper stacker. I never thought I'd use one, but now that Luca is into EVERYTHING, diapers left on the shelves of the changing table are not safe from her little hands. She's been known to open a pack of disposables and throw them across the kitchen in 4.5 seconds. But when I started looking at diaper stackers (basically a bag on a clotheshanger that is made of fabric and has an opening down the front, so you can stack diapers in it and remove them one by one), my mom tried to dissaude me. Her experience with 4 kids showed her diaper stackers are a waste of $, so I took her advice. Instead, I spent $2.99 on this lovely little mesh laundry bag:



In it, I put the pre-stuffed and all-in-one cloth diapers in Luca's current size, as well as a few disposables and some extra inserts. Not only is it securely snapped to the table and out of Luca's reach, it also zips shut. Hooray!!!



As for the extra diapers which are still too large for Luca, they are clean and have been placed in a basket on the shelf of the changing table. She may still pull the basket down and toss them around, but at least the ones she fits into are kept secure and ready to go!

What Not to Wear

I need to go on this show. The other day, I realized I was about to head out the door, in January, with PJ pants and Darrick's shirt on. With this, I was wearing flip flops, with chipped toenail polish showing. I also had my hair in a ponytail. It was 2 pm. I had not yet brushed it.

Yup. Sexy beast.

R.I.P. Tevas

We had a good....natch, a great....run. We traveled Europe together. We walked from Champs Elysses to the Eiffel Tower. We visited the Vatican and hiked hills and mountains, stopping to smell the grapevines and olive trees in Cinque Terre. We ran through rain puddles in Prague and rode the ferry in Austria and the Rhine in Germany. We biked through fields of green to visit the cheese and clog factories of Amsterdam.



You helped me feel comfortable throughout pregnancy....you even went with me to the hospital to give birth. You were there with me on camping trips, Circle K runs, dog walks, on the way to finishing my Masters degree, out on the streets giving water to the homeless. You were faithful and kind to me to the bitter end. And so, today, I said goodbye to you in the most fitting of ways. You died on my baby's first camping trip, as I was moving stones out of the path so we could get home safely. You died in service to me.



R.I.P. Tevas. Gone, but never forgotten.