Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Running out of our yard to a neighbor’s yard on the street behind us just when we think he's being good and proper. Not.
Then it was the other day when I was ready to give him a bath and he decided to send me running in a circle after him. Well, I put a stop to that once I got in enough exercise to get winded. Pla-eaze. Jack ended up hiding under the bed for an hour and me, well, I do have patience sometimes. I did finally get my man, um, dog as you can see here.
Now here he is nice and fluffy and on his leash but still not too happy with me. Check out the evil eye. Humph! I'm not moved...much.
Monday, September 28, 2009
This weekend I did get in a bit of fun going to see The September Issue with my good buddy PVE. Now Patricia was the perfect person to see this with since we’ve been friends for X number of years when we were both still working in fashion BC (before children).
I thoroughly enjoyed The September Issue or Anna and Grace A Love Story as I'm calling it.
The whole story arc that pitted Anna Wintour and Grace Coddington (Vogue's creative director) against each other, but still united in their love of fashion and Vogue was wonderful. I was sucked in by the fact that both women started at Vogue on the same day over 20 years ago. Oh, to be a fly on the wall in those days.
It does make me wonder if people will one day think of me and my friend PVE once we're both big names. Her a famous artist and me a bestselling author (wink,wink-Universe).
Will they wonder how we were back all those years when we were still cubicle girls in the fashion biz? Still wide eyed dreamers tottering on our heels and looking for recognition. I wonder.
I do know we'll still be dreamers.
Once a dreamer, always a dreamer.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I'd love some easy pants, comfy driving shoes in a few great colors, a fab trench coat and of course a to die for bag (you all know me). This lovely lady was taken from The Satorialist and she totally fits my bill.
Friend and author Melissa Walker was featured on NPR talking about her picks for fashion books. You can listen here:
You can read the full article and read more about the books here.
Melissa is the author of Violet On The Runway YA series.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
It's early Monday, well, late Sunday night as I'm writing this and already I'm overwhelmed with the family schedule this week. Not just this week, this year really. As women we are the keepers of the schedules. Ours and everyone else's. Annoyingly, I found myself taking unnecessarily drives this weekend to classes that didn't happen because I didn't have a teen's schedule memorized in my head. Not that said teen should not have had their own schedule down. Sigh.
To make things just that more nutty, I'm already thinking ahead to the new year. January and February. So much so that the beautiful months of October and November are getting lost in the shuffle as just pages I'm flipping on the calender.
And in all of this I'm terribly afraid of dropping the ball. That my whole house of cards will come tumbling down from all my multi-tasking.
Knock Knock. Is it just me knocking at this door? Think I need a cup of tea and a moment to think about this.
Oh and thanks to Prof Melissa Harris-Lacewell on twitter for pointing me in the direction of this article from The Huffington Post on the ever growing unhappiness of women and and multi-tasking. A longtime sign of the times.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
But I will say now that after being a stay at home mother and writer for quite a few years, it's starting to take a bit of a toll. I need an Anna intervention. As Andre Leon Talley says in this clip, "It's a famine of beauty!" And sadly it's in my closet and at times on my face. How dreadful. Something must be done. I'll start with the movie and go from there.
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I don’t talking about my writing all that much here, well, maybe I do I don’t know where I am on the narcissistic writer scale but today I’m talking… a bit. It’s part of the story.
There are times when life gives you signs to keep pushing forward. A confirmation of sorts.
One of my stories, book, novels whateves that I’m looking to sell is a YA (young adult) in which the heroine takes up gambling in order to save for the college of her dreams and in order to get money for her grandmother’s mounting medical bills when she shows signs of Alzheimer’s.
As a writer (well any type of artist) you put a bit of yourself out there with every submission. And yes. You know it’s all subjective and you keep that in mind but still you can’t help that twist in your gut every time you hit send and with every bit of feedback you get in return. It takes a lot to keep putting yourself out there day after day.
The other day I went to the doctor for a routine visit. Now my doctor has a lot of elderly patients that use his practice. I’m not sure why this is since he’s about 40-ish, but he does. Well, I’m in the waiting room wondering if I’ll get a flu shot, ouch (I did) when an elderly couple comes in along with a younger (about my age) woman. Now the older woman was, this is the only way I can describe it, full of piss and vinegar. She just about cracked me up walking in saying just how I felt about being there.
Lady loudly and not happy: Why do I have to come so far?
Husband: It’s not that far.
Lady: Well too far too me. They should make house calls.
Husband: Nobody makes house calls anymore. You’re not going to find that.
They both sit.
Husband: Well, you don’t have to come back for 3 months.
Lady: I’m not coming back!
I’m thinking I hear ya, Lady.
The younger woman comes up after giving their info to the front desk and stands in front of the couple. She has a gentle way and starts to talk about someone calling the lady.
Lady: He doesn’t have to call me every day!
Husband: Shhh… Please don’t be so loud.
Lady: Don’t Shhh me!
Younger woman: Mom I thought you’d just like to see how he is. He’s doing so well and loves to speak with you.
Lady looking up at the younger women: Now softly: Are you my daughter?
My heart wretches and I start to blink fast. Must keep back the tears.
Younger woman softly and with so much love: Yes, Mom I’m your daughter.
I think of my book and what the granddaughter does to get the overpriced meds for her grandmother to keep her Alzheimer’s at bay. I’m still submitting and tweaking the story. Anything to make it even better. Anything to get it out there. Health care is so important. Love is so vital. Perseverance is life.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Well, yesterday I had a great laugh out loud Martha moment while listening to Martha's call in show. A woman called in to ask about a sweet potato recipe that she had at The Outback and Martha asked, "is that in Australia?" Haaaa! The woman with her sweet southern accent was like, "Um, no."
Martha's staff was cracking up in the background too.
Martha said she would try and get the recipe from corporate for the woman and present in on the show. Klassy.
Gotta love her. She's may have been to the big house but she's never been to The Outback Steakhouse. Oh Martha!
BTW have you see Whatever Martha with Alexis and Jennifer on Fine Living? I don't have the channel but their radio show is so funny.
Today is 9/11 a hard day for so many especially in here in New York. I have no words. Just remember and hopes for peace.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
image: Edward Hopper
Take some time to stop, breathe and think before I take that next step into this new season. Be in me for a while. Go in for a moment before I step out again.
Please take a little time for you too during this season of change and renewal.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Yep, it’s the first day of school today. No doubt I’ll have embarrassed the teen twins and taken the first day of school picture on the porch.
The first day of junior year. Wow. That is so unbelievable to me. Just thinking about it puts a weight on my chest. Once again I want to pull out that STOP sign. There must be a trick being played on me. Time really can’t be going this fast. My children can’t be this age. Not these babies that I used to be able to hold both in one arm. Now, well, now I’m lucky if I can hold onto a conversation with them for longer than a few moments. Sigh.
Lord, where? How? It’s seems I’m a mother grasping. Trying to grab a bit of the past as they run chasing after the future as fast as they can. They will get their future. It’s coming. So so quick, I know, but they don’t know quicker than they need.
But I get a bit of the past too. In the ever so brief hug when you think I’m joking as I grab you and say, I love you while laughing as you try and run by. Or after the terrible fight as I hold you to my breast and still say I love you and smell your hair it's still the same. You see the past is still there. You are still my babies. Deep down always.
Oh my Juniors. Do well. Much love, Mom.
Friday, September 4, 2009
I hope you have a wonderful Labor day end of Summer weekend!