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When I first saw a photo of these I thought they were real peeps on a string. That would be cute, too, although I might be tempted to eat them. Of course, I'm always tempted to eat them. And once I do I greatly regret it.
Slow clothes by Alabama Chanin. Prohibitively expensive couture due to its highly skilled and highly ethical creation methods. Incidently, I also wish I were Natalie Chanin, what an enchanting and inspiring character! She also has fabulous silver-white hair that you can't replicate without the proper genes. One can only wish they would age so gracefully and creatively.
Do you ever look at your children and wonder whose they are? This one looks nothing like me. Her personality is blossoming now, too. At 1 year old she loves to yell and read books and throw herself onto the pillows of the sofa. She likes to sing along with her big brother and she is fearless when being flown up to the ceiling. She climbs boxes like they are the Matterhorn and chews the wooden toys like a puppy. Still, I look at her and think, who are you?
I bought a lot of cheese today. This isn't even all of it. I'm not really sure why other than I know I'm going to need a lot of parmesan for lasagnas and gnocchi I'm planning to make. There was also some fresh mozzarella for bbq chicken pizza tonight, some deli cheese for sandwiches, and 2 wheels of Laughing Cow.
A while back I read an article about how to make your day peaceful by starting it with a morning ritual. Part of that ritual is a creative breakfast. I attempted to do it this morning but I burned my eggs because I was distracted by rearranging the cans in my pantry. I tried to save them adding some cheddar cheese and a spoonful of salsa, which I thought was pretty creative for a weekday morning, but then the kids wanted "JUICE, JUICE, JUICE, CRACKERS, NO, BALL CRACKERS, WANT TO COLOR WITH MARKERS, MARKERS, MARKERS..." and on and on, so I ended up shoveling the eggs in my face standing over the sink.
So much for peaceful beginnings.
When we were on our honeymoon in Santorini, we were served breakfast each morning on the terrace. We'd hear a knock at the door and we'd wander out and find some Greek cats on the chairs, paws poised to dip into our food. It was always Greek yogurt and honey with muesli and Ryvita with Laughing Cow wedges and fresh sliced tomatoes. At first we thought the Ryvita and Laughing Cow were a little pedestrian, but then we'd put our little open-faced breakfast sandwiches together and sprinkle it with some salt, and wow!
Maybe breakfast on vacation is always better, but wouldn't it be great to recreate that ritual every morning on my own terrace? Even if it's not overlooking the Aegean Sea, it could still be a slice of heaven.
Ariel, Aurora, Cinderella and Belle in a cup of Cheerios on a Thursday morning. Man, those princesses are hungry.
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Four garlands! And some dangly things on the side there. I would not be able to have the dangly things due to 3 children under 3 who like to swing and pull and chew and whatnot. But 4 garlands up high like that would be a great thing to see in their room. Until they wore me down with, "Hab it, hab it, hab it!!!" (Have it)
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I love these graphic travel posters by The Heads of State. I haven't been anywhere lately, but I've been to a few of the spots they have posters for before I had all these kids. Maybe I could get them and hang them on my currently bare walls as a reminder to go again.
This is the table. Exactly this one. Long, simple, weathered. I can just imagine my kids and friends spilling over it, laden with big bowls of salads, plates of tomatoes and fresh mozzarella, and bottles of wine.
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This would look cute over jeans this spring, and worn with a strappy sandal. Too bad it's for the Toddler set. Still, I could pull that off in my size. On the hunt now for grey cotton and a red spring scarf.
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3 Sisters I had the pleasure of photographing today. My first "professional" photography gig. It helps when the subjects are beautiful.
