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Leave me alone, it’s Royal Wedding Day.*Update*

What are you doing here? SHOO! Get out of here! There are MUCH more important things going on right now.

There is no post today. I am much too excited about the Royal Wedding. I know I haven’t mentioned it but that is only because I have been way too hopped up to channel it into words.

And I don’t even care about Prince William. I mean he seems nice and all, but I really just love Kate. I think she is the beautifullest loveliest lady in all the land and even though looking at her makes me feel like a pear shaped loser, I still can’t look away-so entranced am I by her pure sparkliness.

So right now I am probably sitting next to my wedding dress (if I weren’t 6 months pregnant I would be IN it) in my pjs and a paper home made crown weeping into my bagel scone at the whole magical spectacle, and I think you all should probably do the same.


I mean do we even need to talk about this?

It was perfection. 

And yes she looked a lot like Grace.

But you know what? That’s a good thing because people STILL talk about Grace’s dress as the embodiment of classic fairytale princess, and in 60 years people will talk about Kate’s dress the same way. 

And to all the knob jobs who thought she should have taken more of a risk.

1. I refer you to her neckline. Only a lady with no bizoom could attempt this-my preggo pair would look obscene in that situation- but on her it was rawr, but appropriate.

2. She is the first commoner to marry a close heir to the throne in 350 years. If she had come out there in some daring creation people would have been like HA! I knew she was a common idiot. I am sure she knew there was nothing bad people could say about the dress and I am sure knowing she didn’t have to worry about that help put her at ease on such an overwhelming day. As Forrest Gump would say,”That’s good. One less thing.”

And in conclusion, can I just say I have never been so happy to have the head of hair I have in my whole life. 

Just the other day someone told me I would look good with blonde hair. I told them to lay of the ‘ludes.

As my best friends mom and staunch blondie would say, my brown hair is not the kind that can be “fixed” (aka dyed blonde) and I have always been good with that. Sure I’d feel a twinge of jealousy looking at radiant yellows like Gwyneth and Reese and Michelle Williams.

But now thanks to her royal hotness, I be whippin’ my brown curls back and forth with pride.

Where did you go Sudley Shower??

Did any of you guys have a Sudley Shower when you were growing up??
I did. And I luffed heem.

He made showers magical. Not like a scary fire hose attack, because the water poured gently from his nose like a friendly rain shower. His big ears held various soaps. He was my most special bathies friend.

I want one for McBaby Girl, but they don’t make them anymore. Probably because Sudley looks a little bit more rapey faced than I remember him.

Regardless, one of my favorite parts about being pregnant has been remembering these wonderful little things from my childhood and thinking of ways to recreate them for our girl.

What were your most favorite childhood memories that you plan to or have repeating for your imaginary and real babies?

You fancy, huh?

I am obsessed with these curtains from Anthropologie.I need to use them somewhere. 

Like maybe in a green & yellow gender neutral kids room.

Amanda Nisbet

Caitlin Creer Interiors

I think this fabric from Calico could live in there too.

And to those who say I only post about real fancy/fantasy stuff, I say…

Nuh Uh!!

Well…you might kind of have a point.


That Caitlin Creer room was done on a crazy tight budget. And those curtains and this fabric are super reasonably priced. And are major razzle dazzle for your buck. Say this was for a bedroom. Paint up some craigs/vintage furniture, perhaps a green bed/headboard, a dresser, use the fabric for bedding, add in some cute accessories that make your heart sing drawing on the colors in the fabric, and this is the start of a delightful little room for not too much bucks.

So there.

Big Momma Prayers.

With all of this big scary stuff going on with the McBaby, I almost forgot to include in my prayers all of the basic momma fears. I just finished Bossypants, and luckily Tina Fey’s got my back.

This woman is 5 months pregnant. I am 6 months pregnant. I do not look like this.

“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.

When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.

Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.

Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.

May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.

Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.

O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,”she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.


-Tina Fey


Right now I am loving…

…De Gournayish wallpaper.

Miles uses it a lot so being the poseur that I am…

But beyond that, I do truly enjoy the look.

I especially enjoy it in the boudoir. 

This room rules for every single reason.

I am particularly enamored of this number by De Gournay…

And am considering using a few panels in our new Austin house!

Yep Yep. I think I might just have to.