Imagine a job where you always feel unappreciated, people around you are selfish, very ungrateful and you are always on call — 23×7. When something goes wrong, you get blamed, you are also expected to know everything. A lot of times, when you you feel like you don’t have anything left to give, you get asked to do more. Before I forget, this is all charity work, free, no pay. At the risk of not oversimplifying this seemingly very unrewarding position, this job is called “Motherhood”. This is the 10th year that I’ll be married to Marchesa and each year has brought us new, complicated and even resurgent challenges. 10 years later, we now have three kids. We might even be entering into that “golden age” of parenthood which is referred to when your oldest kid is just young enough NOT to be in their teenage years and the youngest is potty trained. If you need proof of how amazing of a wife and mother she is, just look at our kids (you can also look at how clean and how wonderfully designed the interior of our house is). You can also look at where I am now in my […]
Yesterday, we went to Red Lobster for Ninong Platypus’ birthday. The waiters were so impressed with Elle’s talkative nature, even going as far as to inquire about her age. At 19 months, she understands that she can participate in conversations, even answering the waitress on what she wanted to order. When the waitress asked her sisters for their order, she quickly said “fries” and then said thank you when she was given her water to drink. One waiter had to do a double take to see who the thank you came from. The waitress then asked, towards the ending of our meal, how old Elle was because she would say things every time she passed by our table. Just the other day, Elle was near the stairs looking for me, screaming my name. Elle: mama!! mama! where you? Me: I’m upstairs Elle. Elle Okay! I coming. She also initiates questions like “what’s that?” or “what happened?” Even with two girls already, having seen their development, Perze and I are STILL bewildered with how quick Elle is learning to use language and understand it. She also learned how to walk at 8 months, so sometimes we forget that she’s still […]
Found such a beautiful webpage, a corner showcasing such accurate and creative art, not just showing beautiful things, but even telling a story. Gorgeous. Click on Banner “We cannot only live for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men.” Herman Melville
After almost ten years of marriage, Perze and I finally made plans to visit DC to see the Cherry Blossom Festival. We packed our bags, our three girls, stopped for some much needed coffee and breakfast, and headed south. The drive was a bit of a bother since there was mild traffic at some parts, but nothing compared to the cherry tree festival traffic in DC. Everyone was trying to inch their way forward, almost just being pushed and pressured, even the walkers. Droves of crowds lined the sidewalks, even to the point of people walking on the edges. Nevertheless, we pressed on, determined to make our marker within the crazies, being crazy ourselves to find a spot. We finally found parking near a golfing restaurant, ate a well deserved lunch, and made ready for an anticipated hike to the Jefferson Memorial. Long story short, I think the trip was worth it: 1) being an education tool for Emma to be able to put images to government terms she’s learned in school, having the experience of taking in the senses and remembering how it felt to be in our Nation’s Capitol; 2) giving our young kids an experience to be […]
I read this today and was brought to tears. Her honesty, in writing, yet that sense of betrayal to herself, was so moving. The progression of losing, in degrees, pulls you in and challenges your own experiences, making you question if you’re still bent to agree with her. One Art BY ELIZABETH BISHOP The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster. —Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look […]
I recently soujourned to the fabric shop to buy some lace in use of altering some ripped up pieces of clothing from my daughters’ closet. Rips, holes can be covered beautifully by shapes of lace! But that’s another blog. The inspiration, however, is because of the influx of lace in today’s fashion, one I doubt will be departing any time soon. It’s worked its way back en mode, with even more beautiful twists and creativity involving embriodery! *SWOON* So, make sure to check your grandmother’s trunks in the attic, and discover old treasures from her lace. If you can’t, here are some of my picks, some key pieces. Jayleen Lace Dress Free People $250 Commemorative Dress Free People $168 Seaside Ceremony Dress Modcloth $168 Encaje Dress Anthropologie $150 Nishe Allover Lace Shift Dress Asos $159 ASOS Cupped Structured Dress In Lace ASOS $237 Floral Lace Dress LOFT $118 So, this is just a small sample…you know what I’m talking about. I didn’t included too many pictures, but these 3 stores alone have a great variety of lace dresses, withouth having a monopoly, so if you’re on the hunt, this is a good place to start.