One of the hardest things about parenting - for me, anyway - has been listening to this constant refrain, everywhere I go:
"Enjoy every minute. It goes so fast."
Are you a parent? You know exactly what I'm talking about.
West Village | NYC
Two-Piece Jumpsuit | Bag c/o | Sneakers
I had no idea what to bring with me for this trip. The weather was maybe going to be lovely and hot, or maybe cold and rainy (it has, in fact, been both). I was planning to spend most of my time sitting cross-legged on Erin's couch squinting at computer screens and talking about exciting things like page margins, but also had a couple of client meetings for which I'd need to wear something more closely resembling actual clothing than my ugliest pair of leggings (which are obviously my favorites). And then there's this: in two days, after I finish up everything I have to do here, I'm flying back across the country with Goldie, spending about eight hours at home with Kendrick and Indy, and then going straight back to the airport to get on a flight to St. Louis. I'll explain why later, but the logistics and emotions involved in that rapid of a turnaround - mostly the fact that I've never spent two whole weeks away from my son, and my heart hurts when I even think about it - are obviously stressing me out.
Somewhere In The Middle Of Nowhere
Road trip with my son
I travel with my kids a lot. I do this because it’s fun for me and fun for them, and also because I grew up tagging along with my parents wherever they went, and I think it was a pretty valuable part of my upbringing – it helped me learn to get along wherever, whenever, with whoever. But traveling with children isn’t without its complications (from epic in-flight disasters to sleep strikes). It’s one thing if you’re going on vacation and can give them your undivided attention – but if you’re traveling for business, as I usually am at least in part, you have to do some juggling and plan out in advance how you’re going to make it work.
Hudson Valley | NY
Shit Could Be Worse cocktail tray | Annoyingly pretty rabbit food
You've heard the term "ungrateful houseguest"? Apparently when you're staying at someone's house and they present you with a lovely breakfast that they created just for you, you are not supposed to recoil in mild horror.
{ Living Room | Before }
Remember how I said I was super into my living room's kind of Aspen-y vibe, what with the dark wood and exposed beams and such?
I changed my mind.
{ This post was created in partnership with Soma. }
Did you know that I am an Official Pajama Expert? It’s true. Having two very young children and working from home makes you one.
I need my pajamas to be comfortable, and cute, and also maybe the kinds of things I can wear to the grocery store because that is definitely happening (because when given a choice between putting on pants and drinking a cup of coffee before running out the door I think we all know which one to choose).
{ Jet hematite and gold skull wrap bracelets, yes. }
I love the look of jewelry at the beach. I do not, however, love wearing jewelry to the beach that feels like anything other than an explosion of summery-ness. (Like, say, a heavy statement necklace. Or anything heavy at all. Uggg.) I want to wear pieces that add a dose of glamour to the casualness of the whole swimsuit-and-sand thing, but that are still light and effortless and stay where I want them to stay.
For the beach trip pictured here - Kendrick was away for the weekend, so I headed to Santa Cruz with the kids and my friend Elise and her family - I decided I wanted to toughen up my bathing suit with a pair of jet hematite and leather, gold-skull-bedecked wrap bracelets from Victoria Emerson that look almost like cuffs, but don’t feel heavy in the slightest. I thought about wearing just one…but love how they look worn as a pair, so there you go.
{ New Mexico road trip with my then-boyfriend Jason | 2005 }
For about four years in my mid-twenties (roughly ages 22 to 26), I was anorexic.
Just typing out that sentence is a big deal for me, because for a long, long time it wasn't something I admitted even to myself, and certainly not to anyone else. I've always referred to it as "that time when I was super fucked-up" or "that time when I decided not to eat ever again" - jokey, hyperbolic half-truths intended to swing the conversation towards lighter subjects. I've never even said the word "anorexia" to my mother; I called her yesterday to talk to her about this post so she wouldn't be blindsided (although of course she knew anyway). But over the past few weeks, I've found myself saying out loud to one friend or another, whenever a related subject comes up, "Oh yeah, I was anorexic." And we talk about it or we don't, but it's out there either way.
{ Check Out the glam | camp Mother's Day Gift Shop }
Mother's Day is only two weeks away! I am absolutely rock-solid on this fact because 1) my own mother reminds me each and every time we talk on the phone that I best be making a reservation for us during my trip to the city next week, and 2) it falls on the day after I return from a long, long work trip during which I'll be bouncing around NYC and St. Louis. And there will be hubbub surrounding my return, but there better also be a mimosa. (Ahem, Kendrick.)
The past couple of months have been amazing over at glam | camp - we're beyond excited to see so many of you enjoying our products (keep sharing those photos, please - we seriously get all fluttery every time we see one of our sweatshirts out in the wild being worn by awesome women doing awesome things). And so we wanted to put together a special Mother's Day giveaway in celebration of spring, of mothers, of new business ventures, of it all.
