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Interview with Laura Bennett (motherhood with style, Project Runway, and more!)

NOTE: See below for a link to the giveaway!

Did you see my review of Laura Bennett’s book, Didn’t I Feed You Yesterday?…um, yesterday? Well here is the follow up interview I promised.

If you want to know more about the book and Laura’s life, please read the review. Better yet – read the book. It’s hilarious, insightful and even a little controversial for those of you hoping to hate her – and it doesn’t disappoint.

For the interview, Laura was gracious enough to agree to answer some questions via e-mail. In honor of her jealousy that my name translates well into “vanity plate” – I am “K8.” And because I can’t come up with anything better (sorry Laura), she’s “LB.” Actually – I was going to use initals for my blog, but “TBPOC” is a bit awkward.

Now that we have all of that cleared up…on to the Q&A:

K8: You’ve described your NYC home as “a two bedroom loft.” But the real question Laura, is how many bathrooms? With potty training twins and a five year old who tends to leave his personal business until the eleventh hour, we need all three of ours to avoid complete potty chaos. How many bathrooms do you need for five boys, two parents and all of the other people who are in and out of your home all day?
LB: I’m not sure how many bathrooms I need for this crew; I only know what I have. Our apartment has one full bath, and one half bath. It’s funny because as many times as I’ve thought this apartment needs more closet space, or more shoe shelves, it never occurred to me that I needed more bathrooms. Thanks for pointing that out.

K8: As a stylish mother of six, you must have the hospital go bag down to a science. Many of my readers are either pregnant now or will be soon, Even after baby number one or two, many of us still make rookie mistakes when packing the bag that will be our lifeline for the two or three post-labor days at the hospital. Any suggestions for some “musts” that will make moms feel and look their best while they recover and pose for those endless pictures?
LB: Here I am, obviously having just finished labor and I am wearing lipstick and false eyelashes.


If I wasn’t me, I would so make fun of me. I think we should start a facebook fan page for women who wear lashes in labor. So It looks like my answer would be bring lashes (Andrea Brown #33) and long-wear lipstick (Maybelline superstay).

K8: You briefly explained that with reality TV, the footage is obviously selected for entertainment value. But that in the end – true personalities do shine through. Did you feel like this was true of yourself on Project Runway? Feel free to be candid about anyone else as well (I’m fairly certain that Jeffrey doesn’t read my blog).
LB: I think what you are really asking me here is if I still think Jeffrey cheated. I think he cheated. Even if he sewed every stitch of every garment, he still cheated. He was over budget, he didn’t have receipts, and he didn’t follow the production rules. He cheated, and then he won. It happens a lot in life. Maybe it doesn’t bother me because I wouldn’t have won anyway, Uli should have been the winner. For me it was enough that I called him out.
[Actually – that wasn’t what I was asking. But this was far more interesting than what I had in mind.]

K8: Living in Manhattan, do you ever run into the Project Runway judges socially? And if so – is it weird, having once been on the receiving end of their critical eye for an intense few weeks? If the answer is no – were there any that you particularly liked and could imagine having as a friend if the opportunity presented? (again you can probably say anything here – I’m skeptical that Nina will ever happen upon this interview…)
LB: You mean like I’m at Rite Aid buying a jumbo box of super absorbent tampons and I look up and see Michael Kors? Never happened. I have guest judged an episode, and I don’t feel awkward around them at all. My husband thinks Nina was hard on me, but I think most of the comments the judges made were right.

K8: Okay – so the accessories wall. Did you always find everything you could possibly need there? I don’t see how that’s possible…
LB: I don’t even remember the accessory wall. I was so tired, I have no idea how I did any of that. We go to sleep at 3 am and they wake us to start the next day at 6 am. After five weeks, I didn’t even know my own name. The only thing I remember about the accessory wall is the pair of sunglasses that I stole. I still wear them.

K8: I really love your philosophy on personal style. Not everyone has it in them (or has the legs) to wear an LBD and stilettos to Target. BUT they can still look chic with some strategic closet planning. And it’s genius to choose a cinematic style icon and plan your wardrobe using them for inspiration. I’m guessing that many of my readers would say that they have avoided the spiral into crocs and sweats, but do find that they fall back on jeans with boots or flats. Do you have any style icons to suggest? And what basic pieces should be the foundation of that look?
LB: A simple dress and heels work for me, but I certainly don’t expect that to be everyone’s uniform. Jeans and flats still run a gamut of styles. You can be rocker chic, ingénue, or cowgirl. Here are some cinema examples of comfortable done fabulous. (I can not recommend leaving the house wearing a holster with or without a pistol, please replace with a belt.)


Audrey Hepburn


Diane Keaton


Jane Fonda


Jean Seberg


Katharine Hepburn


Lauren Hutton


Marilyn Monroe

AND OF COURSE!
K8:
Who do you think will make it to Fashion Week this season of Project Runway?
LB: My picks for the current season are Emilio, Seth Aaron, and Jay as finalists, and Jay to take the win.
[Although Laura did see the collections at Fashion Week this Fall, 10 are shown so that no one knows who the final three actually are. But this does tell us that Jay’s collection must have been amazing – wonder if stopped making the model’s butts look big…]

Don’t forget! I’m giving away copies of Laura’s book, Didn’t I Feed You Yesterday? HERE.

And for those of you in the NYC area, she’s making a book signing appearance at Borders Columbus Circle in New York City today at 7:00 p.m. AND she’ll also be signing books at BlogHer this summer in NYC. Can’t wait to meet this lady in person.

Thanks again for everything Laura. It’s been a pleasure.

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As Good As Cake Review: Didn’t I Feed You Yesterday? – A Mother’s Guide to Sanity in Stilettos

Come see me at As Good As Cake today for a book review of all things. I have to say – this is a good one. Laura Bennett of Project Runway fame was one of my favorites and by far one of the most successful post-show.

She’s also a mother of six in Manhattan and her take on parenting and staying true to yourself is as insightful as it is irreverent. Click HERE for the review.


Tomorrow, I’ll be posting an interview with Laura here AND a giveaway on As Good As Cake. don’t miss it!

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Review: Didn’t I Feed You Yesterday by Laura Bennett


I’ve never done a book review before and I’m having a little trouble with the intro. Everything I write sounds very formal and stuffy and I immediately delete it – because if there is one thing that Didn’t I Feed You Yesterday? is NOT, it’s formal and stuffy.


So I think I’ll just dive right in and say that I really, really like Laura Bennett (of Project Runway fame). The title of her book immediately made me smile because that is exactly how I feel about meal time around here.

Based on an inside joke between her and one of her sons, “didn’t I feed you yesterday?” truly captures my shoulder sagging, sigh inducing exasperation upon noticing that another three hours have passed and it’s yet again time for me to prepare a meal for children who either don’t like anything or only like ONE thing. A thankless task in my book. I can’t count how many times I’ve looked at the clock in the evening, only to start with the realization, “oh crap – I forgot to feed the kids.”

But I’m not a bad mother. In fact, some might even say that I’m pretty good at this. Not the cooking of course – but the caring, nurturing, laughing, encouraging, not sweating the small stuff side of parenting? THAT I can do. And I do it well.

And this is really what Laura’s book communicates. Part humor book, part memoir, part manual for keeping a sense of self in mommy land – Laura encourages other mothers to parent their own way. To find what works best for them and their own family and ignore what “how to” books and gurus out there profess to be the best and only way to mother. And do it with style. Preferably in great shoes.

I won’t give away too much of the story, but here are some highlights.

First – it really does read like a story, and this definitely appealed to me. One of the reasons that I started reading blogs is that I love to hear personal stories. All of my friends are interesting people with excellent story telling talent. If I lived in NYC and met Laura, I would absolutely try to make her my new best friend (lucky you Laura – those few driving hours that separate us will save you from my attentions).

And a woman who is in the process of raising five wild boys in a two bedroom loft in Manhattan is bound to have some good stories. In this book they begin with Laura as a single mom with a five year old daughter arriving in New York as a grad student, working two jobs to pay the bills. It continues with her introduction to a man literally destined to become her husband and then spirals into a whirlwind of babies and boys and the various and sundry characters picked up along the way to help keep track of the chaos. I can’t imagine that there is ever a boring moment in Laura Bennett’s world.

One of my favorite chapters of course was Laura’s Got a Gunn, recounting her adventures on Project Runway. I won’t write anything about this since I won’t be able to help myself and might end up giving away the whole thing. BUT tomorrow I’ll post an interview with her on The Big Piece of Cake, and she does answer a few of my PR-related questions.



And all of you Project Runway fans will remember Laura’s exceptional style. She didn’t just dress up for runway day – she wore her stilettos in the workroom. Her meticulously self-sewn plunging necklines were worn with pride from morning to evening, without any discernible shifting or wrinkling. Laura has effortless style down to a science and her Fabulously Glamorous chapter details just how easy it can be. A must read for any mom who feels more frumpy than fabulous – this chapter provides a simple wardrobe formula that anyone can master.


One surprising part of Laura’s story (at least for me) was that she has a special needs child – one with speech and communication challenges. She writes about Larson with such humor and appreciation for his own talents and individuality that you barely perceive his delays as being problematic as much as they’re just “Larson.” As another mother of a special needs boy with speech and communication issues, I recognized so much of myself in that. Sure I want Oliver to “catch up” – or at least enough to participate with his peers – but I love him for exactly who he is right now, sensory-seeking mess and mischief included. When I wrote Special Needs, this was exactly the point I wanted to make: that we should love our children for who they are – not in spite of it.

Disagree if you will with Laura’s choice of footwear or her choice to hire a few brave souls to help raise her battalion of boys…she delights in her family and each one of their separate personalities. She knows what’s really important in raising children who feel cherished – and she embraces that daily.

Many people would criticize a mother for prioritizing her career, her appearance and her footwear. But in my opinion, Laura has achieved balance in life that most alpha moms will never enjoy as the result of their own perfect house, perfect children, perfectly cut carrot sticks priorities. This stiletto wearing mom enjoys herself. She enjoys her kids. She enjoys her life. And in the end, that’s really what it’s all about.


So now that you know what I loved about this book, I suggest you get your own copy. OR better yet – win one! I’ll be posting an interview with Laura and a Didn’t I Feed You Yesterday? giveaway tomorrow, so don’t miss those.

In the meantime, you can find out more about Didn’t I Feed You Yesterday? on the book’s website AND read more of Laura’s writing on The Daily Beast.

The Stars Aligned…


Okay – so it’s not the BEST picture of me ever, and my eyes are a tad half mast… But the fact that all of my children are in the picture, smiling and looking at the camera… We’ll that’s just never happened before. I assume that like a solar eclipse, it will be a while before I see the likes of this again. But it gives me some hope for holiday cards in our future.

Here are some others that didn’t quite work out:




And the best part is that it was Easter, so everyone actually looked nice and I hadn’t just arrived home from the gym or not showered yet. Most photo ops seem to occur when I’m not interested in being captured on film.

Here’s a bonus one of me with Eleanor:


I mean – a mother-daughter picture in which we both look nice? Unheard of!

Anyway – I was inspired to make a little effort this weekend since I just finished a book by a very glamorous and lovely lady named Laura Bennett. If you watch Project Runway, you’ll recognize her as one of the Fashion Week finalists who dressed up for the workroom and wore stilettos throughout all of her (count ’em – SIX!) pregnancies. I’ll be posting a review, a short interview AND a giveaway this week – so watch for that. And try don a cute outfit and splash on a little lip gloss next time you’re running out to Target. You’d be surprised at how much better you’ll feel about yourself. Besides -you never know if your kids will agree to pose for a picture. It could happen…

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Friday Fiction: Ivy’s World – Meet the Parents (Part One)

Last week, Carl made Ellen get real about her Color Magic business plans. And I finally got through those two areas (crystals and Color Magic) that were so connected to my real childhood that they felt impossible to write… Time to switch it up though – I think Ivy should tell us more about her parents.

Want to catch up? You can do so HERE.

Ivy had grown up knowing that her parents weren’t like those of her friends.

The other mothers were so casual. They wore jeans and tennis outfits, while it often seemed like her own mother woke up in a scarf and earrings. She wasn’t sure that Ellen even owned sneakers…if she did, they were probably in the storage room under the boxes of Christmas ornaments and half finished sewing projects.

It was true that Ellen had a far better closet for dress up clothes, but sometimes Ivy wondered if it wouldn’t be too much to ask for her mother to skip the three inch heels at the class trip to the zoo.

Sorry so short – but it’s Spring Break and beautiful outside. My computer time has been short. Hoping for another installment on Friday…

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Are these real?

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No – seriously, he’s five.

When I call my oldest child, Oliver a “big brother,” I’m not just talking about age. Weighing in at 9 pounds 2 ounces at birth, he’s been my “big boy” ever since. And every day, he continues to confound people who assume that he’s at least one year older if not two.

But today is his birthday and he’s FIVE. Five sounds bigger. And even though he’s as tall as some seven year olds in our neighborhood, Oliver looks like he’s five.

My five year old boy has many challenges ahead of him. As big as he appears on the outside, his communication skills and behavior are still more like that of a little guy. His delays hold him back from some of the things that come so easily to the other kids his age – but every day he amazes me with new accomplishments. This slower pace of his may not match that of his lightning fast-growing body, but I have to believe that it will all even out in the end.

Even I have had my share of fear and anxiety these last few months as Kindergarten starts to loom…but in the end I just look at my bright, beautiful boy and I can’t help but feel hope instead of worry. He has more strength of character than many adults I know, and I’m so, so proud of him.

Happy birthday Oliver. No matter where life takes you – in my heart, you’ll always be my first baby.




































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When is it time to stop picking your child’s nose?


Because I do it all the time. Like every day – several times a day.

Sometimes with cooperation from the “pickee,” and sometimes with resistance that requires a full nelson and lightning fast reflexes for success. But pick that nose I will. Because I cannot abide boogers.

It all started with Oliver. He was one of those snorty newborns. The first night he was home from the hospital, I had to use that suction bulb thing that I found by his head in the hospital isolette. Shortly after his birth, a nurse demonstrated the mouth suctioning I was supposed to perform on him periodically. But after the first day, I decided that he was in little danger of choking on his own saliva. I almost didn’t keep the suction thing, but all the books said to steal everything in the room that wasn’t nailed down since I (i.e. my insurance company) had paid for it. So along with several boxes of cheap tissues and as many panty liners as I could grab, the suction thing traveled home with me via a bulging bag of hospital contraband.

And thank god – because I was beside myself trying to figure out how to stop the first night home snorting that must surely have been a precursor to something requiring a call to 911. I believe it was my aunt who woke up and suggested the suction thing. And I supposed that after climbing over her to reach the baby supplies drawer on the other side of the pull out couch, it was the least I could do to take her advice.

Worked like a charm. His little nostrils were unplugged with two quick squeezes and my long standing career as an expert nose cleaner was born.

Saline drops were another tool in my booger fighting arsenal, and I had the entire process down to a science. After a brief rookie period in which I actually sprayed the solution instead of letting it drip – the first of many occasions upon which I unwittingly caused my children mild to severe discomfort – I had a seamless technique for maximum results with minimal crying.

And I used it frequently since for the first year of his life, Oliver had a perpetually stuffy nose. Other mothers make sure they don’t forget the pacifier when they leave the house – I double and triple checked for my snot supplies.

One of my favorite booger-related memories happened on a trip to visit my in laws in Phoenix. Halfway through the long flight I noticed that seven month old Oliver had an airway obstruction. And the size of what I extracted was unreal. I actually held it up for my husband to see, “oh my god – look how big this is!” His response? “Is that Oliver’s?!” I was scandalized into sarcasm, “no, it’s mine – OF COURSE it’s his!” I mean, really…

Anyway – once the twins came along, I had three victims upon which to hone my skills. I’ve even been called by neighbors for assistance with their newborns’ clogged nostrils long after the Hood children outgrew the suction bulb thing. As someone who birthed three babies in 18 months, I’ve gained a bit of a reputation as a parenting guru. One that isn’t in the least bit deserved with the exception of this one area. No one matches my booger removal mojo.

But years have passed, and while my three and five year olds do know how to use a tissue, I still feel the need to forcibly extract anything from their noses that might resemble something in the mucus family. It’s not quite an obsession…but it’s not far off.

In recent weeks though, I’ve wondered if it’s time to pass the torch. Those kicking feet and flailing fists can hurt. And really – where does it end? When someone breaks my arm? When my teenagers run away from home because living on the street sounds preferable to frequent sneak attacks from a booger obsessed mother?

I’m thinking that it’s time to stop the madness. But it’s going to be hard. You know, it’s allergy season, and the twins appear to have inherited their father’s Spring hay fever. I may have to find distractions – focus my attentions elsewhere.

I have to say, their ears can get very waxy. I wonder if it affects their hearing… Someone call Child Protective Services, I’m breaking out the Q-Tips.

Friday Fiction (on Sunday): The Most Difficult Season

Last week, Ellen was outed as an 80’s New Age true believer – but Carl hopes it’s just a phase. He’s more concerned with the toll her Color Magic business may take on their finances…

Want to catch up? You can do so HERE.

The premise behind Color Magic was that everyone looked best in specific colors, all of which could be grouped into four separate categories. And each category was a season.

When Ellen first heard people talking about someone being “a Winter” or “a Spring” – she was charmed. What a lovely idea. She always felt that each season had its own particular beauty and should be appreciated for what it was, rather than what it wasn’t.

And the same could be said for people. A pale redhead shouldn’t regret not being able to wear colors better suited to someone with black hair and dark skin. She should be focusing on all of the shades of green that would best set off her flaming locks.

This was a lesson that Ellen started learning as she dressed her blond cherub of a little sister in the pastel frocks that she and her mother so lovingly made. She was always drawn to delicate shades, but the petal pink that brought out roses in Nancy’s creamy complexion made her own sallow skin appear even more yellow. Like any other teenage girl, she felt quite cheated by the universe that her favorite colors made her look like she had just returned from the rain forest with a raging case of malaria.

But of course, she eventually got over those hang ups and embraced what she now knew as her Winter coloring. She gravitated to vibrant hues of red and blue and wore deep crimson lipstick. She stopped putting lemon juice in her hair each summer and opted for makeup that accentuated her dark brown eyes. While studying in France, she emulated the chic little olive skinned women she saw on the street. She learned to appreciate qualities once lamented and dressed accordingly. In short – she discovered one of the most basic secrets of true style: she knew what suited her best and didn’t try to fight it.

She also came to terms with the fact that no diet in the world was going to make her as petite as those elegant French women, and looked elsewhere for body type role models. But body image aside, Ellen always felt confident in her color choices.

Color Magic was basically a tool that anyone could use to better understand what color choices they should be making. This seemed pretty ingenious to Ellen since she spent many an hour in friends’ bedrooms trying to explain why the fuchsia was a bit too bright for them and the pale aqua was the obvious winner. She could see the truth of this, but could never quite reason it out to anyone’s satisfaction.

Now with the Color Magic swatches and manual she could actually teach people how to identify their season and the colors that would help them to look their absolute best. So far, all of her friends were thrilled with their results. There was something decidedly glamorous about having your own season. The Winters felt dramatic, the Autumns, sophisticated and the Summers, as youthful and light as sunshine. The Springs were always smug in their status as the least common of color types. They had the same complex quality of the Autumns, but their paler version was a less frequent result when the swatches were draped.

Ellen found this amusing since the manual said that Spring was the most “difficult” season to style. For some reason, women interpreted that as rare or special. She couldn’t decide if this was commendable, as if they were looking for the bright side, or if it was just elitist vanity. Either way – there weren’t many of them, so it could just be chalked up to coincidence. Difficult people getting a difficult season.

She bought the Color Magic kit from a woman she knew through a wine tasting group they had joined. Julie often had a new “thing” that she was into, but this was the first that had appealed to Ellen beyond polite small talk. The package itself wasn’t very expensive, but the only way to really use it as a business was to buy some inventory of the Color Magic makeup formulated for the specific seasons.

She first bought some for herself and was impressed by the quality. Ellen was a bit of a makeup snob and would rather save her money for a trip to the counters at Bloomingdale’s than randomly pick up lipsticks as impulse purchases at the drug store. And in her opinion, this makeup was just as good as the retail brands she preferred. It wasn’t cheap – but unfortunately, good makeup never was.

So she presented her ideas to Carl. She would buy enough sets of the products to cover her own samples to bring to clients, as well as some extras to have on hand for purchase. She would be conservative to start – and just see how it went.

For some reason though, Carl didn’t find her approach to be conservative. When he heard how much she would have to spend before she would actually make any money, he became quite agitated. And Ellen grew more and more deflated as he pointed out the multitude of flaws in her plan. She would break even at best…she would run out of contacts…she didn’t have the killer instinct for sales…she would have to convince other people to sell under her to make a real business out of it (which of course, is exactly what Julie did to her)…

As the tirade went on, Ellen’s deflation turned to annoyance. Who said she was looking to make a a lot of money from this? She very clearly explained that she thought it would be fun and she could make “a little money” doing it. Honestly – Carl never ceased to amaze her with his ability blow every little thing out of proportion.

But when it came to money, Carl didn’t see any expenditures more than pocket change as little. And compromises would have to be made for Ellen to continue with Color Magic. She would have to spend 50% less than she had hoped, and she would have to develop a business plan detailing how she would recoup her investment.

Later as she demonstrated the system for Carl, draping him with the various swatches, it came as no surprise to her that he was without question, a definite Spring.

Don’t worry – Ellen’s not a total flake. She just tends to get enthusiastic about the things she likes. Aiming for another installment on Friday…

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You would think that after Monday, I’d learn my lesson…

This happened in the playroom at 7:00 p.m. (P.M.!) yesterday.





And I thought they were just playing quietly… Not good – 8:00 p.m. bedtime was a nightmare. But they are pretty cute.

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