Soul II Soul – Back To Life: http://youtu.be/TB54dZkzZOY
after a lovely, long weekend of work and play on lake geneva, my theme song for the week. happy monday!
Soul II Soul – Back To Life: http://youtu.be/TB54dZkzZOY
hello friends, it’s been such a long while. I’ve written and deleted so many posts since november, not knowing where to begin my blog again. much has happened (and not happened) but basically I shut down the computer, phone and tablet, along with myself, into order to focus on finding this almost forty something but still a girl inside. I came across this quote today by one of my most inspiring (and the f*cking coolest) yogi masters, sadie nardini. what a mah-jor light bulb moment. I missed you, hope you missed me too. I’m so ready to write again, please stick around for my ride.
I promise, this is not blog abandonment but I’ve been on a social media sabbatical. I cant seem to wrap my brain around, nor quite articulate the complete shit storm we have been dealing with over the past few months. here is the short of it….for some reason unknown and to which no one will take responsibility for, we have a massive mold outbreak in our home. we have dealt with everything from destruction, displacement and disappointment to theft and even threats. to say it’s been overwhelming is an understatement. I’m not at liberty to say much more but we do have a lawyer and lots of liqueur to find some solace in the situation.
I fully acknowledge the old sayings that it can be worse or that things can be replaced. and it is a little cleansing and therapeutic to purge some of the past. but there are the things I can never get back.. like the box of costume jewelry I inherited from ed’s beloved grandmother Elizabeth (izzi’s namesake), who was the most incredible, kind, liveliest of women. it contained nothing precious, in fact, much of it was broken pieces and buttons. but I cherished that box because for the seventeen years since she passed it still smelled like her perfume….and now it smells of musty mold. or my special collection of vintage clothing collected for twenty plus years, mostly from my maternal grandparents….gone. it’s someone’s gross negligence that has uprooted my family and caused a complete clusterf*ck.
for now, we are staying with my parents. the little birds are little troopers- they terribly miss their toys and room but they truly enjoy the quality time with noni and papa. for us, these things are definitely one of those ‘for better or for worse’ tests and my heart bursts with even more eternal love for him. while I am the emotional rollercoaster, he has taken on the brunt of the bull. and what’s funny is that we are sleeping in the same bedroom we were never allowed to go in as teenagers when we first met. we laugh because I never would have imagined twenty three years later we would be welcomed to the same room and share it with a three year old bed hog lol. needless to say, that laughter gets us through the darkest days. ed reminds me to look out the same window as I did when we were kids and still dream of all the beautiful things that will come true. outside it, I find a colourful playhouse and toys of the beautiful creatures we already have.
thank you to our family and friends for your love and support. thanks to all who follow our mad adventures with humor and loyalty. be back soon.
ps. a client recently told me about this song…. overwhelmed by tim mcmorris. I never believe in coincidence- it’s so poignant and pretty. I hope it inspires you too.
pps. please check out my pretty pregnant pal yanira’s mommy blogs over on babble.com. when I told her of my troubles she literally gave me the jewelry off her neck. she is sassy and stylish and so deservingly needs our support!
this morning felt like Christmas day…..except without the cold, snow and tree. nonetheless, I woke up with the same excitement as a kid with a room full of gifts. for today starbucks quietly returned my beloved pumpkin spice latte. it officially comes out on september 4th, but recently I’ve been exposed to a whole new secret starbucks society. anyone who has met me more than once knows that I basically walk around with a starbucks iv. so I trust you, my quaint group of loyal followers, to this insider information. my dear friend tracy first told me about starbuckssecretmenu.net. there you will find a world of pure imagination, err well just some really f-ing cool drinks like the double dirty chai latte (a personal favorite), the fuzzy rabbit, caramel snickerdoodle macchiato as well as lots of other top secret info and lingo to schmooze your local store. who needs to join the pta when you have the cia (coffee intelligence agency) to share your inner most drink dreams, befriend a barista and get coupon codes galore. excuse me now so I can actually drink this peacefully before I am found by the little birds or the mental institute.
ps I dedicate this post to annie, an amazing mom, who loves pumpkin spice even more than me, cheers sweet cousin! also, I was not compensated for this post, but I should at least get a free latte lol!
happy 130th birthday to the ultimate fashion icon! coco chanel was classy and clever with a bit of crass, my kinda gal. let me count the ways I love her through a few of my favorite chanel quotes:
-a girl should be two things: classy & fabulous
-elegance is when the inside is as beautiful as the outside
-a woman with good shoes is never ugly
-in order to be irreplaceable, one must be always be different
-don’t spend time beating on a wall hoping it will transform into a door
-the best things in life are free. the second best are very expensive
-I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all
-you live but once, you might as well be amusing
there are so many, I could go one forever. but my always favorite quote…
how many cares one loses when one decides not to be something but to be someone.
hope you are inspired. be back soon.
one of our local, go to, date night destinations is houlihans restaurant. I know, totally suburban but they have a pretty outdoor patio, half price happy hour drinks and amazing apps. especially when the weather is warm and the heat is on at home with the little birds, I start to crave their signature skinny cutinis (the new cosmo craze but cucumber and lemon martini). and since there isn’t a ton of spontaneity in raising a family, I decided cucumber mint vodka needs to become a summer staple in our ‘bar cabinet’ as I like to call it. not as dreamy as a vintage bar cart but more department of child & family services friendly.
the homemade cucumber mint vodka recipe is fool proof…..a few mint springs + one seeded cucumber diced in a mason jar, fill with your favourite vodka and seal the lid. but here’s the hardest part…..wait at least 3 days to infuse in a cool, dark place (like said bar cabinet). strain out the remnants, or eat, as ed suggested to really get down to business. I poured it back into another mason jar to store until I order some pretty glass bottles with swing top lids, like these on specialtybottle.com. endless possibilities to enjoy and refreshing as a trip to the spa. cheers!
I am so thrilled to share another amazing adventure in beautifying…I have joined the rodan + fields family as an independent consultant. I think you may know these ladies, they are just a little famous…the fabulous dermatologists behind the cult followed proactiv line. their namesake line of prescription based skin care focuses on anti aging, sensitive skin issues, adult acne and sun damage reversal. rodan + fields was formerly sold in major department stores like macys and nordstrom. but they have recently relaunched and it is available exclusively through consultants like me. not only am I proud to represent a company which creates products that are clinically tested, fda approved, award-winning, acclaimed by mass media, AND made in the good ol usa, it truly is a family of people who are empowering and inspiring. my personal prescription, the redefine regimen, is an arsenal against aging. and the macro exfoliator (think at home microdermabrasion for a fraction of the cost) has an amusement park line worthy wait.
I will still be spreading beauty with my beloved bobbi brown but now I am able to reach out to even more people… at home, at my own pace. I always explain that while being in this industry may seem superficial, there is something so powerful way beyond makeup or moisturizers. beauty is skin deep, but helping match the inside to the out, that’s good stuff not many can say they do. (the extra mama money is pretty sweet too.) please let me know if you would like to join in this journey as a consultant or a client, I dont want anyone to miss out on this opportunity for change.
happy monday! hope you had a lovely easter weekend, as we certainly did. I’m so excited to share some big news with you…we are planning a new baby! amidst all the madness lately, we realized life is too short and we are going for the gusto! april fools….it’s not actually a baby per say, but it’s a labor of love we’ve had in the works for quite some time. we are in the process of organizing all of the vintage pieces I’ve collected over the past twenty plus years and putting them into a curated collection on etsy called ‘hautehouse farm’. it’s our greenhouse of gorgeous heirlooms that we hope blooms to buy a fabulous little farm in the country. I will keep you posted on when we will officially open for business. as for a fourth little bird, well we havent officially ruled that out yet, wink wink.
today, I write with a heavy heart for the tragedy at the sandy hook elementary school in newtown, connecticut. words cannot express the emotions I have for these children, their beloved teachers and staff that were senselessly taken or the unimaginable agony of loss for the victims family and friends. our izzi is in kindergarten. she was home sick today. I laid with her in bed as she fell asleep for a nap. tears streaming down, I held her tight and thought about how much she loves school. how she dreams of her holiday program next week. how she makes crafts and pictures and treats for her teacher. how she cannot wait to play princesses or ride the bus with her classmates. and how much I love 3:15pm, when that yellow bus turns the corner of our street and with her smiling face she skips off, telling me all about her day. but I can only think that tonight, the twenty parents who said goodbye to their own little birds this morning, where they were to be safe at school, will not get to tuck them in to bed. I tip toe through the house, table still covered in frosting from the gingerbread house, tripping on cars, passing a pile of laundry, to peak in one more time at my precious angels as they sleep. I am so incredibly grateful for the humble life and love we have.
I wont watch any more news, nor do I want any more details. I dont have the answers but I recall the words of the ancient greek playwright aeschylus, that the late robert f kennedy spoke to a crowd following the assassination of martin luther king, jr, ‘even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.’ he then ‘encouraged the country to “dedicate ourselves to what the greeks wrote so many years ago: to tame the savageness of man and to make gentle the life of this world.”
peace, prayers and love to all.