Friday, April 22, 2016
Oh, hello, everyone. Perhaps you thought that I fell off the planet since last Thanksgiving. Nope. I've just been attending fancy galas and such.
Dress: Jill Stuart via Rent The Runway
Clutch: Whiting and Davis Hollywood Boulevard Clutch via Rent the Runway
Necklace and earrings: vintage Christian Dior
OK, not really. Life got the better of me over the past few months. The holidays happened. Work got nuts. I cut off my hair. We sold our house. We are buying a house. I start to stress eat when I think about packing and moving. The good news? There has been lots of fun in between with family and friends.
I thought I would re-emerge from my blog silence with a fancy pants photo. Well, not pants...but fancy, to be sure. My husband's work event was a gala and I used the opportunity to try out Rent The Runway for the first time. The theme was "Hollywood" and I agonized over what that meant. Old glamour? Red carpet realness? Dressing like a movie character?
I decided to blend all three and get my Pretty Woman on...you know, minus the prostitution. When I found this Jill Stuart "Red Academy Gown" on Rent the Runway, the name alone told me it was the right choice. Never have I felt better suited than in this gown. I strongly considered figuring out a way to buy it for myself so it could live in my closet forever. The process for renting and returning was so simple - you can choose your size and a back up size based on the reviews from others. And the reviews were the most helpful part. I was able to look at real people in similar sizes and heights to get a sense of how the gown might fit on my frame. To contribute to the cause, I wrote a full review on Rent the Runway.
The clutch worked well, but it was smaller than I anticipated. I had to remove my cover on my iPhone 6 Plus to get it to fit inside, and even then, the latch was struggling to stay closed. However, the design and color was exactly what I was looking for: chic and simple.
If you have a special event but don't want to spend hundreds of dollars on a gown you may wear one time, I would highly recommend Rent The Runway!
Note: I was not compensated at all by Rent The Runway. I wrote this on my own because when I find a great company, I go all in!
Friday, December 4, 2015
I have so much to be thankful for this year. I'm thankful for my beautiful, creative and hilarious children. I'm thankful for a husband who is endlessly loving and kind and who has found his true path and calling with a career switch into education. I'm thankful for my health, which allows me to participate in things like Turkey Trot 10K races, despite how much I may limp the next day because once again, I forgot to train and I think I'm still 21 and invincible...but I digress.
And as always, I'm thankful that I have a talented friend who is the innovator and creator of 2 Legged Mermaid. Tia sent me this sweet Thankful hat to sport during my big run. She has created a holiday line that will allow your head to speak what is in your heart. Check out her "Believe," "Merry," and "Joyful" line. They are perfect for your Santa Dash, for spicing up your airport excursions on the way to see family, for trips to see Santa at the mall, or for hiding your unwashed hair during holiday shopping trips over winter break (what...is it just me?) Bonus: they come in kid sizes! Can we say cute matching holiday photos? I pretty much just planned your holiday card. You're welcome.
No joke - you won't find a more comfortable hat. Check out 2 Legged Mermaid on Etsy and follow on Facebook and Instagram for updates on new designs. You can custom order your hat - no color combo is out of line! Get festive!
Disclosure: Tia threw me a free hat because she loves me. I wrote this post because I love her and because I truly love her brand. Power to small, women-run businesses and hot chicks with mermaid hair!
Tuesday, November 24, 2015
"Do you have to go?" he said, his puppy-dog eyes widening.
"I do, honey. I have to go," I said, running my fingers through the top of his hair.
He clung to my leg with a fierce grip. "Noooo," he said quietly.
And just like that, the breath of fresh air I had experienced at lunch with my kids swept right out of my lungs. Most moms were able to take their kids home after the potluck lunch at preschool that day. I had to return to work.
I arrived with feelings of pure joy and enthusiasm. I loved seeing both of my kids running wild with their friends on the playground. To be able to spend time with them mid-day was a privilege I don't often experience. Among their classmates and their parents, many of whom have now become my friends, we munched on hot dogs, pasta, strawberries and apples. We sampled the class-made dessert of pumpkin pie cheesecake (delicious!). I poured lemonade for all the outstretched toddler hands and teased them about how thirsty they all were, delighting in their peals of laughter. It was a fantastic moment in time.
As the hour approached, my daughter broke down crying because she "can't wipe her nose", which was streaming with a mixture of snot and fresh tears. She was exhausted, up and awake well into her normal nap time. As I handed her back over to her teachers in her toddler room, I walked away painfully while she wailed for Mommy.
Then came my son's leg-clinging. I soothed him with hugs and kisses, promising I would see him in a few short hours. I tried to get him to laugh by taking a silly selfie - a trick that usually works - but as you can see, he wasn't having it.
As I walked back to the car past the other families leaving hand in hand, my heart ached a little bit, despite my head's rational thinking about how I like my job and I'm proud that I set a strong example for my kids as a working mom. Sometimes the head and the heart simply don't want to hear each other. My feet simply shuffled forward and my mind kept replaying my departure.
"I don't want you to go," he said.
"I know. And in a perfect world, we would spend every day, all day together, buddy. But you know what is great? We get to hang out all night tonight and play."
He smiled, gave me a hug and ran back to the swing set with his friends. I swallowed hard, turned on my heel and started counting the hours.
It's not a perfect world. But there is perfection within it. I just have to hold tight to the moments that are as perfect as can be.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
A drink...in my hand...my snow up against the burning sand...
Seriously, it felt like I was In Summer on Halloween. 80 degrees and a snow cap do not mix. Put me in summer and I was not a happy snowman. I was a puddle.
However, I was particularly proud of my Olaf costume this year since it cost me exactly ZERO dollars to make. While catching up on DVR-ed episodes of Last Man On Earth (in the running for current favorite show), I made my hat with the following:
- 1 manila folder
- Construction paper - white, black, light blue and orange
- A sharpie
- Glue stick
- Safety pins
Next, I cut out a carrot shape for the nose and then outlined it on the folder. Once I cut out the shape from the folder, I glued it on and taped a pin on the back. For the teeth, I cut out just the teeth shape from white construction paper. When I traced it on the manila folder, I added the smile line with a Sharpie pin and cut out the whole thing. Another safety pin secured it in place. The hair was made of twisted strips of black construction paper that I pinned on the top.
Following the same method as above, I cut out coal buttons to pin on a long sleeve white tee. I threw on white shorts over white tights and zipped up my black knee high boots. Just like that, Olaf hit the town as a side kick to a tiny, two-year-old Elsa, melting in the hot fall sun.
Sometimes, a costume is worth melting for.
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
This has been a crazy couple of weeks. Work has been a stressful churn of immediate deadlines. Bouts of viruses and infections have rolled through our house. We've been balancing buying and selling a car so that we aren't car-less for days on end. Money is tight and the days feel long.
Yesterday, I told my husband that I sometimes feel like with everything surrounding me in life, I no longer have time for myself. If I'm not working, I'm focused on the kids. Once the kids are asleep, I'm cleaning the house. Once that is only half-way accomplished, I'm exhausted and need to crawl in bed, my mind still scrambling and thinking about the tasks that remain incomplete. My exact words were, "I'm in a bad head space right now. I'm just...tired."
Later in the evening, we had a knock at the door from a woman coming to buy our no-longer-needed double stroller. I thought, "She may also be interested in this kid's game tablet we have," and I brought it out to show her. It had been sitting unused in a closet for the last year in its original box. When I opened it up to showcase it, there they were.
My long-lost Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses. I've been scouring the house for my favorite shades for well over a year. Somehow, someway, they ended up packaged in the box with the tablet. While I looked under the couch on my hands and knees and shouted, "I know they are in this house somewhere!", they remained neatly tucked away in the last place I would ever think to look.
But I found them. And just like that, my bad head space perked right up. It seems silly that a pair of glasses can make me happy when I have all the reasons in the world to be thrilled on a daily basis. And I am thrilled - life, overall, is pretty sweet. But with finding this small, simple thing that I thought was forever lost, I suddenly had reclaimed something that was reflective of me (and necessary to me - they are prescription!) and that opened up the window to feel a little better.
The universe decided to turn my frown upside down last night with a special surprise and for that, I'm truly grateful.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Plaid and pumpkin patches - you just have to.
Plaid button-up: Target
It may be 80 degrees in the Bay Area right now, but that didn't stop me from buttoning up my best flannel-like top and pulling up my boot socks to wear under my favorite pair of Frye's. These photos are for posterity. Even though it is hot, you never let them see you sweat. Unless you take photos. Then of course they are totally going to see you sweat. It's 80 degrees, for Pete's sake.
But it's nothing the breeze from a good leap in the air can't fix.
Monday, September 21, 2015
I've always known my former colleague and friend, Minda Harts (above), to be a confident, entrepreneurial, smart and driven woman. She has further proven her talents with her recent creation and launch of The Memo. The Memo is devoted to helping women gain access to important resources and pragmatic, real-world advice on personal finances, career development and work/life balance that will help us advance in our persona and professional lives. As Founder of The Memo, she is tapping into topics that are near and dear to my heart and is partnering with women across the country to share their viewpoints and perspectives.
I'm so honored to be featured today on The Memo with an article I wrote on the ever-present decision to lean in or lean out. I encourage all of my readers to subscribe for weekly articles and to follow The Memo on Twitter. Thanks, Minda, for furthering the thoughtful and powerful voices of women!