Know It All

P8310119-1-2Sometimes you swear that you ordered something online. Ahead of time. With plenty of time. You email the vendor asking for updates and the responses seem to say that all is in order after 11 back and forths. Then you ask for the shipping number and she tells you that you haven’t purchased it yet but you need it tomorrow. DAH!

Luckily you live in LA where you can buy ANYTHING on this planet. There’s a sweaty warehouse called Moskatel’s in a seedy part of downtown and they have more ribbon than you could shake a stick at for your sister-in-law’s wedding. 

No. I have that mom-brain that I was SO vehemently sure I had an immunity to.  

I want to shed big, juicy, figurative tear of farewell to that part of my brain that used to remember everything. Adieu my friend. Adieu. Hopefully, until next time. 

Perhaps I may no longer even be teased as a “know-it-all.” Drat.

What’s that yellow thing called again?

 

Why Write?

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Nominated by Jackie of Jade & Oak for this itty bitty teeny weeny blog hop. We spent the weekend in the mountains with the family. Grant gave this waffle house an A OK in his sleep.

Why do I write?

I enjoy being teased. This is the ammo.

 

What am I working on?

How to have twins next.

Enviable photography. 

Another writing passion???? Well, right now I like to write code for this website! 

  

How does your blog differ from others of its genre?

Hmmmm…SASS. The kind you’d find in the “Sassy Sea” (SNL) if ya know what I mean. 

 

How does my writing process work?

It usually starts with an Indian head massage and a glass of scotch. NO.

I sit in my little nursing den/chair, look at what photos I have from the week and then try to squeeze interesting out of them like blood from a stone. If it doesn’t seem weird enough and if I slept more that 6 hours the night before, I massage more weird into it. 

A Fire. On My Face.

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These are our weekend photos and we wore the same outfits for 2 days in a row! Soon we’ll be dousing ourselves in perfume oil sans bathing. Marvelous! More lipstick! 

What’s the sound of one hand clapping? The same sound as cutting food one-handed with a knife these days. Baby is on the lap now at every meal time. Everyone got their food at the restaurant and started eating as I stared longingly at my bacon, fig, goat cheese burger. Then in a fit of starvation, I futilely shanked the burger with one hand until Chris offered to cut it for me so I could eat it. 

COFFEE!!!!!!!!

It was half-caff vanilla iced mini cup but MAN-O-MAN!!! It’s been a year of no caffeine! I had half of this small cup and my eyelashes were on fire all day! I read 5 children’s books to Grant in 7 minutes. The day ended in a mild headache. It was glorious. 

Have a wonderful start to your week! 

Design

Decor Updates
 
I’m posting on Mondays + some more nowadays. Today, after months on a wait list, I’m co-hosting Ashley of the Grits Blog’s “Little Friday” linkup. Ashley just lost her beloved dog and I’m sending her lots of love. 
 

Well…this is what happens when you are breastfeeding in the dark at 2 a.m., you troll Pinterest and fantasize you’re in one of those gorgeously decorated rooms. These pieces are completely overdone and so of course, I love them and must have them.

I see something 4 times = I covet.

You may recognize the rug from my profile photo background. P.S. I’m standing in that photo and only later realized it looked like I was lying down. It’s the West Elm Souk Rug. Well, funny thing…this was taken at a WEST ELM! HA! Please don’t turn me in, they would probably want to sue me or something for using their store in L.A. as my photo location. Look, honestly we just took the photo for the great lighting and it ended up being a good pic! Yes?

Campaign dressers remind me of something my grandparents may have. I want one in white! You can find some Ikea Hacks for making one of your own. A double would be really cool for a changing table. People do cool refurbishes of Craigslist finds. That’s something I may have done before a baby but unless I can breastfeed a wooden dresser into white laquer, I’m going to have to buy one this way. 

These Turkish Kilim pillows are SOOOO pretty and there are a bazillion color combos and patterns to choose from. I “favorited” some on Etsy and the shop owner of Ottoman Dream contacted me saying he’d give me free shipping if I ordered a few of them. Note to self: favorite anything I may want to order!

I’m pretty sure you can find a good sheep skin throw at Ikea too.

The pouf. OK, so it’s official, Morraccan is IN. From rugs to these pretty ottomans/extra seats. I love when they pair these with a glider in a baby room. They come in tons of colors. You can find deals on ETSY.

The chairs? Chris would DIE. This will never happen in our home. 

P.S. I just loaded this new design. There are some bugs I’m working out. If you find some, please let me know! Thanks!! XO

 

Ash (Follow Here!) // Christina (Follow Here!) //  Vianney (Follow Here!)
 
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Happy Little Friday Everyone!
 
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First Words

untitled-8100087“Hey, your baby’s only 2 months old!” 

He’s part Asian (Korean), so this first word is pretty obvious. It is “GI.” BAHAHAHA. It is the word for that white two-piece outfit you wear in Karate. Although Karate is Japanese, it IS Asian so I totally get him. 

We’ve heard this word a handful of times. He seems to say it when he is angry. It may  be some kind of superhero thing where he calls for his fighting costume when he’s mad. Wow, he’s got such a great imagination. 

It could also be the costume he wants for Haloween. That would be pretty cool too.

P.S. I’m a red belt in Tae Kwon Do but from when I was 16 years old where I only sparred with 12 year old boys who were my size. At first they didn’t want to hit a girl…until they started getting beat up by me, a chunky teenage girl with flying fists, in front of their dads. Our mom made us do martial arts so we could annihilate any possible assailant. I don’t think my husband knows this and I want to keep it that way.