Posted on | January 28, 2012 | 16 Comments
top: f21 // jacket: target (long time ago) // jeans: target // shoes: thrifted // necklace: f21
blurriest photos ever. i guess that is what happens when you have no idea how to actually use your camera. whatever, just pretend you’ve had some wine (hey it’s saturday evening – maybe you have! in which case, enjoy!) and let’s move on. sorry if these made you carsick.
but. green pants!
this whole outfit was much cuter sans coat but it was what felt like 10 degrees outside and i am a huge complainer in the cold (big surprise there) so to spare my husbands eyeballs from extreme side eye pulled muscles, i threw this one on. it brought my number of shades of brown count to 3. which is not ok. but again, you’re drunk right now so it doesn’t really matter.
anywho, we actually stepped out last night to support Tacoma at the Tacoma Social, the first event put on by Camp 6, a culture and style website trying to bring t-town together as a community. we don’t actually live in Tacoma, but we frequent it and think of it as our second home. if you live in the area and are interested in checking it out, here is Camp 6′s site. they are hosting an event each month at different places and it was a great place to meet other creative local people. besides: wine.
after that we went to bree and barhams for a little board game/beer in animal coozie action. it was a fun night with friends. unfortunately, the kidlet has come down with a cold today, but i think the couch and lots of Octonauts are helping. poor nugget.
i’m just making out with a dr. pepper and wearing the coziest sweater i own and rubbing her little back.
oh! i’ve been getting some new reader questions about SOS so i figure i should talk a bit about it. the first rule of SOS is that you don’t talk about SOS. just kidding, that would ruin the whole thing. but seriously, there are no rules! no, you don’t have to step out ON saturday. no, you don’t even have to actually step out anywhere. you can link up your style post from anytime in the week if you’d like, all i ask is that you be sure to link the post in which you are SOSing, not just your main blog url, so people can find your post immediately. and if you’re so inclined, add the SOS button to your post so others can play along. any other questions? oh and be prepared to meet some really nice people – i happen to think the SOS family is the nicest group of people out there.
ok, enjoy the rest of your weekend!
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Posted on | January 25, 2012 | 103 Comments
i mentioned this briefly last week, but wanted to devote a post to the age of three. because three? three is kind of a b.
in fact, that should be it’s motto. tagline? it should be next to it in the dictionary. is what i’m saying. with a side note that 3 is also the funniest, cutest, warm and fuzziest.
it can be summed up perfectly like my reader Hilary said: three year olds are like those sour patch kid commercials. “first they’re sour, then they’re sweet”. uh-huh. all day long dude.
newborn was hard. there was no sleep to be had. nipples were harmed, hair was lost and hormones made my husband very, very scared. chubby baby stage ruled, minus teething and all that, but still, it was do-able. two was easy like sunday morning in the grand scheme of things. but three? oh dear lord. who is this person? and why does her head spin around like that?
had i known i’d need some sort of degree in negotiating with terrorists, i sure as hell would have looked into that before she turned into one. because nothing is quite as fun as trying to coax your kid out from under a table at preschool pickup without looking and sounding like an asshole. nothing to see here! i’m just the only one with a kid who hides when it’s time to leave! righty-oh. kill me now. the whole “come on kiddo i have something fun to show you at home!” only works so many times. but what is it? is it a toy? are we going to starbucks? are we going to disneyland?! uh, no, i bought yogurt covered raisins instead of regular?
do not anger the three year old. three year old will ruin you. DID YOU HEAR ME, YOU PUT JUICE IN THAT CUP NO NOT THAT ONE THE PINK ONE WITH THE YELLOW FLIP STRAW BEFORE I LOSE MY DORA LOVING MIND LADY. god, the three year old is scary. and then? when you’re at your breaking point and it’s not even close to bed time and if you get kicked/screamed at/ignored one more time you might cry? out of nowhere (imagine scary toddler unzipping itself and cute toddler comes out like it was wearing scary toddler like a costume) comes the cutest, funniest, sweetest little muffin basket asking to cuddle. and will you rub her back? pleeeeeease?
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i suspect this is all preparation for the teen years, when all hell will break loose and there will be no sweet moments again until they have their own kids. my mom says i wasn’t like this as a toddler, but i think that’s because years 9-17 were so traumatizing for her that she pushed it out of her mind. that is the only explanation, because these kids are whack. i’ve seen it at preschool and at the playplace we go each week. tiny little mean people coated in sugary sweet adorableness. and what fun! you never know which you’re going to get! it’s like a surprise party (oh you shouldn’t have!) where all the guests are banshees (no seriously…you shouldn’t have). who then morph into an adorable baby hedgehog. and you’re just left there doing the ugly cry where you’re really scared but smiling because REALLY WHAT JUST HAPPENED.
i’ve heard four year olds are magic. i’ve also heard that four year olds are scarier than three year olds. i’ve also heard anderson cooper is gay, but you don’t see me rocking in the corner eating my own hair at the prospect do you?! oh.
i know the internet is supposed to be full of sparkly sunshine happiness, but toddlers are crazy you guys. let’s commiserate. please?
Posted on | January 23, 2012 | 21 Comments
last week my friend Chelsey posted the cutest paper terrarium on her blog. i’ve been seeing terrariums everywhere and am loving them all. the levi’s store in SF had HUGE amazing ones and all i could think was “i could never keep that alive”. i still want to (try to) make a few live ones, but in the meantime i had to make Chelsey’s completely impossible to kill paper one.
my apothecary jar i wanted to use was too small for the bunting and Harper wanted one for her room and she loves dinosaurs. a trip to the dollar store, some painting and arranging later, the dinosaur terra/aquarium was born and sitting on her shelf. Harper said it looks like an aquarium/fish bowl and since it’s not alive, we are calling it both. because you do what a three year tells you.
besides, a fish is the last thing i need around here. plastic dinosaurs live foreverrrrr!
bonus – this fulfills two of my must-do-soon crafts: terrarium and painted plastic animals. unfortunately, it only made me want to paint more plastic animals and create more terrariums.
i bought the moss and dinos at the dollar store, the paints i already had (but were less than 2 bucks a pop) and i picked up the fish bowl at goodwill for a dollar. Chelsey’s printout was free (if only printer ink was!) so in the realm of cheap crafts? ::insert YOU ARE HERE arrow:: in hindsight, the only thing i’d do differently is splurge (heh) on the moss and buy it at Michaels. the dollar store moss isn’t very green.
do any of you own a real live terrarium? give it to me straight – are they easy to maintain? or should i stick to neon and gold children’s figurines in a bowl – which oddly i’d be ok with?
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