New York Vacation

20140801-163039-59439249.jpgIt’s been awhile since an update. I know. I’m going to continue as if that never happened.

We left New York when Alice was just 4 months old. When we made the decision to leave we promised we would bring her back regularly, that she’d know that city as well as our new one.

One full week, and instead of fretting over rent, affordable childcare, transportation and all the distracting realities of life in New York we so eagerly left behind, we focused on just enjoying the city. We visited friends, old neighborhoods and restaurants. We swam in warm ocean water and ate bagels and pizza. We did all the romantic things we had meant to but rarely had time for while we were living there: Central Park, The Museum of Natural History, Jane’s Carrousel, the High Line Park and The Brooklyn Ice Cream Factory.

20140801-164147-60107865.jpgThe most amazing aspect of our entire trip was experiencing the city with a very outgoing almost-two-year-old. Where there were once tense, crammed subway rides at rush hour there were now friendly, outgoing individuals smiling and talking at length with Alice. Diverted eyes and random pushes we’re replaced with smiles, waves and the concerned “pardon me.” Even cabbies and uber drivers were double checking her carseat and asking of the baby was comfortable.

IMG_547220140801-164151-60111700.jpgI’m not sure how we’ll recover once we no longer cart around this precious toddler who calls out (“close it!” to the subway doors and “sit down” to each new passenger), waves and dances to anything resembling a beat. I guess we’ll need a really cute dog to carry in a handbag.


The many faces of Jane Birkin





Borrowed from The Littlest

I was just reading something that says people should wear more color, which might be true.  Color’s pretty great, admittedly.  But, it’s also amazing when somebody just sort of emits style without doing any “trend” work.  I’m sure being very tall and thin aides this ability, but it seems pretty innate, on Jane Birkin’s part.

Mother May I.

After spending a delightful evening making baby clothes (photos to come) with a friend for a shower I’m attending tomorrow, I of course, went to bed thinking about mothers and new babies.  In fact, it’s a very “mother and baby” oriented week: in addition to the shower I’m attending Saturday, I had a friend loose her mother this past week, and another family friend take home her new adopted son.

As I picked  materials to construct the baby outfits I couldn’t help but feel like a fraud walking around in a baby department.  Surrounded by tired looking mothers and babies, I wondered, not for the first time, how women manage it–the excitement of months upon months of knowing your life will change, forever–soon.  How does anybody ever feel ready to make a decision like THAT?  Guess I’ll know when I’m ready, if I ever am!

These are some of the most beautiful “mother” photos I’ve seen, boosted from Domestic Reflections.

Back of my neck getting burned and pretty.

Now that it’s officially summer the weather’s decided to take a spring-ish nose dive and we’re back in April showers.  I’ve also been incredibly busy (and will be until classes end later this month) and spend every day wanting SO badly to post but feeling compelled to do school work in any downtime.

Here are a few summer photos from a few weeks back mixed with some recent pictures, giving the illusion it is still warm here (as I type this the rain has stopped and a late afternoon/early evening sunshine is coming through the windows).

Moses works in SoHo now.  My first “real” job was in publishing (at Scholastic), which is down a block from his office now.  It’s always strange to be there since I instantly slip into nostalgia and remember the interior of the building, rushed lunch breaks and “Harry Potter” fanfare.

Old Greg and Rion (Ryan) in SoHo.  They were walking behind me and it seemed cool to have them as members of the crowd.

Another summer thing that weirds me out is babies in sunglasses.  I guess there’s no reason why they shouldn’t wear them, and there are probably lots of good reasons why they should, but it still seems hilarious.  They all look so sophisticated and cool.

My self-portrait in the window of a closed Pret-a-Manger.  One of my internships (Sports Illustrated) requires that I work on Sunday.  It’s actually not so bad, since Sunday was always a day spent dreading the week ahead anyway.  Why not just work and be done with it?  The coolest thing, however; is that when I get off the Q at 9 am Times Square is EMPTY.  It was also rainy, so that probably had something to do with it, too.  But I was very impressed.  (I could do that thing where I tell you everything I’m wearing and where I got it, but it’s pretty much all H&M, except my shoes, which are Repetto flats with new ribbons I sewed in).

Ol’ Greg, Rion and Mandy in Williamsburg.  We had rushed from East Village to go to a (not kidding) “Vampire Murder Mystery Dinner Party,” which was being held at some bar.  As soon as we came in and saw the other “players” we excused ourselves and found another bar.  It looked way less like the “Clue” set up than I’d hoped (it was three other people eating french fries and drinking coke…I’d def need a little wine to do a dinner party murder theme).

I made a galette for a bbq our friend Sean had.  This one was strawberry rhubarb.  I’ve since done another that was creme fraiche and peach.  Because I moved without a pie pan (or tart pan or the millions of other fun kitchen things I thought I wouldn’t care if I left in LA for a bit), all my pies are now galettes, which the oxford defines as: a free form pie crust.  Every always asks me what it is.

Ol’Greg, Rion and Mandy relaxing at our house after their long LA flights.

Do it…Dress Up the Cruise family. You know want to.

Cruise Family Dress UP!

This is real, and if you’re so inclined, you can play this…here, which is, of couse, a slippery slope because it’s hard to not admit this is just taboo…

Suri is the best.

Photo from suricruisefashionblog.

I’m not sure if I’ve mentioned this, mostly because it’s pretty silly and I try to avoid it, but I have a weird appreciation for Suri (bottles, pacifiers and all).  I think because at some level a super girly-girl little girl is my dream, and she’s right on the money.  A built in shopping partner who scowls at the camera like a champ and eats sweets all day a la Veruca Salt (not saying Suri’s bratty because how in the world would I know?  I just like to look at photos of her being awesome).

I couldn’t care less about Tom Cruise, and in fact, find him a little icky.  Katie’s thought provoking in that “I don’t get it” kinda way (I’m reading “Never Let me Go, which is all about clones, and I can’t help but wonder if there are some parallels), but Suri.  She’s a kid, which means I’d naturally like her WAY better than any adult, and she’s just really cute.  

So, I’m always a little on the fence about the comments on how sad it is she’s so photographed.  It IS sad she has to grow up like that, since she’s usually looking pretty over the cameras.  BUT, she’s also the ONLY reason I pick up a Star Magazine or read squat about the TomKat thing.

I’ve been reading this totally non-official and borderline creepy blog on an off for about six months, which I know makes me creepy by association.  But in my defense, I really DO like kids more than grownups, usually (just ask Moses.  We spend half our time out talking about cute kids and dogs—he will deny this to a degree, but he plays along).  But, I do have to say, I’m going to retire my views now that I’m admitting to it, because I just watched a video clip that ruined it all for me…you can hear all the cameras clicking while she goes to a petting zoo…not much fun, I’m sure.