On Farting and Aging…

I think I’ve mentioned before that we don’t even bother with the cuter, less crude terms for passing gas in my house. Since I, personally never brought it up, my children first learned what this bodily function was called from my husband. And no amount of “call it ‘tooting’ please” admonishing has any effect on this state of affairs.

So I’d like to wish Chris a happy 38th birthday today by reporting two conversations I had with the twins in the car earlier on the subjects of farting and aging.

Discussion #1

Eleanor: I farted. Hee-hee.

Me: Sweetie say, “excuse me” or keep it to yourself.

Eleanor: Mommy, you don’t fart. Daddy says you never do.

Me: Everyone does. Some of us just keep it to ourselves.

Eleanor: I like farting.

Me: Yes, I’m aware of this.

George: I don’t like farting. It’s gross. [point of interest: this is a lie – he just likes to disagree with his sister]

Eleanor: Well I do. I don’t think it’s gross. I think it’s fun.

Me: Sorry honey, I’m with George. I think it’s gross. We can stop talking about it now…

Eleanor: You know Mommy, you’re not always right about everything.

Me: No – I’m not. I’m usually right about things. But in this situation there isn’t a right or wrong. Some people like it and some people don’t. It’s just a matter of preference. “Agree to disagree” and all that.

Eleanor: You and George don’t like it.

Me: Right. But you can like whatever you want. Don’t let other people tell you what you can and can’t like.

Eleanor: Okay. I like farting. And Daddy likes it. And so does Mr. Mike.

Me: That’s great honey. Looks like you’ve found your tribe.

Discussion #2 (transpiring immediately after Discussion #1)

Eleanor: How old is Daddy going to be?

Me: His birthday is today. He’s thirty-eight.

Eleanor: But what is he going to be?

Me: Well, he just turned thirty-eight, so a year from today, he’ll turn thirty-nine.

Eleanor: And what are you going to be.

Me: My birthday is next month, and I’m going to be thirty-nine.

Eleanor: So you’re thirty-nine?

Me: No, I’m thirty-eight now, and in a month I’ll be thirty-nine. Then a whole year from then, I’ll turn…

Eleanor: Thirty-eight!

Me: Exactly.

So now that we have all of that ironed out…

Happy birthday to my wonderful husband who is thirty-eight and still likes farting. Stay gold Ponyboy…stay gold….

Lovely AND Affordable Jewelry from Elephantine

I’ve been a longtime admirer of the Etsy shop, Elephantine. Rachel Blakely designs delicate, feminine pieces that look far more expensive than they are.

So often I see a great design ruined by extra “bling.” Hmmm…it needs a little something…perhaps some extra crystals or pearls…” (To quote one of my favorite characters, Cyn from Working Girl, “it needs some bows ah’ somethin’.“) And sometimes that does have its own appeal. But there is a time and a place for everything, and Rachel’s jewelry is perfect in its own simple elegance.







The prices for all of the jewelry above range from $25 to $50. Perfect for gift giving – to others OR yourself. What – you don’t buy yourself little gifts? Well – you should (especially for $25-$50!)

Next time you’re thinking of picking up a bauble from J. Crew or Banana Republic (guilty!), restrain yourself, and look to Etsy instead. And don’t forget to put Elephantine in your favorites.

Also? She has a blog.

And speaking of Working Girl – we were weren’t we? – I’ll leave you with this classic tune.

I did it!

So tiny, four year old George wanted to ride on HUGE, six year old Oliver’s brand new bicycle. I have not idea how he actually got moving…maybe Chris pushed him? But I’ve been watching this non-stop since we downloaded it.

Now that’s the kind of attitude we all need to adopt.

Monday Links

Apropo of nothing…


Isn’t that cool? I just totally learned how to do that in my Blogging Your Way e-class (this was actually party of my week 3 homework that I posted on Wishing True today). I highly recommend it to anyone just starting out. Obviously I’m not just starting out – but three years later, I still feel very much like a novice.

I decided to take the class to help me in setting up my parents’ new online decor shop and website – but it’s really been useful across the board. If you want to know more about it, send me an e-mail and we’ll chat.

Now – onto my links from last week!

We’ve all been known to sneer about how blogging is just like high school. But really business is just like high school – many of the same survival skills apply…

I need to buy this poster and carry it around with me all day – every day…at least for a little while.

Sally gave great advice on shopping pitfalls and how to avoid them. I’ve so been there as evidenced by the unworn hot pink mules that still sit in my closet…

Gadgets that all DIYers MUST HAVE.

Jack’s homework: the best use of vocabulary words ever

I just love Pearl’s writing. Especially this post about her family.

Incredible DIY
– makes me want to try something like it…why don’t I ever try anything like this, again?

TLo on the new Charlie’s Angels show.

Cloud cookies!

Taking your six year old daughter to see La Cage when Billy Elliot was sold out is AWESOME SAUCE.

Cool spin on the nameplate necklace (with source links!)

Slash auctions off prized items in his various…collections (including a dinosaur bone coffee table from Charlie Sheen!)

ALSO – I forgot to promote my other blogs the past two Mondays. Ooops! So in case you are interested…

On Wishing True last week:

I love this music video.
Perfecting Parisian chic(?)
Super cool (and potentially dangerous) folding chairs.

On Style Key West last week:

The art of making arrangements.
Can bugs be beautiful?
Monday color – the “uncolor” scheme.

Happy Monday! Seriously – it’s not that bad…

Creative Process

Last week’s homework from my Blogging Your Way e-course (that fantastic one created by Holly Becker from Decor8 and Leslie Shewring from A Creative Mint) was to try something new from a list of ten options. I picked: Document parts of your day in a creative way (photos, podcast, video, hand writing, etc.) and post it on your blog.

I have to be honest – I had pretty much no plan for this assignment until the end of the week when I happened to be outside with my kids, trying to keep them entertained with watercolors.

I didn’t stage the “photo shoot” as is evidenced by the crappy Rose Art paint and Target paper supplies. On our ugly cement front steps no less! Oh – and don’t miss that super cute On The Border plastic kid’s cup that I used for the water.

But there was something about the muddy, messy watercolors that appealed to me. So I pulled out my iphone to take some pictures.


Yes – a camera phone even! Only the fanciest of technology for my creative efforts, let me tell you…

At first only Eleanor was interested in painting so I picked up the other brush and began a little watercolor doodle while watching the boys throw dirt at each other.


I used to take art classes when I was a kid (and even a few in college where I lost track of pretty much all creative spirit I once had), but I have to say, watercolors were never my thing. They were so difficult to work with – always bleeding into each other and refusing to conform to my vision. So “doodles” were pretty much all I could manage.

I noticed Eleanor imitating my fish scale design and loved her loose, colorful take on my prim, repetitive one.




Initially I found my own blue, green, yellow arches rather appealing – but after seeing this less studied and more exuberant creation, I shoved my own paper aside.

Just in time for George to show up and do some of his own painting. I actually love George’s watercolors and save many of them. He has a really interesting way of filling the page with sweeping brush strokes, ranging from thick and saturated to thin and feathery. This is not the best example of his usual style, but I did like the shapes he painted. They look so cheerful – like an assortment of tropical fish. And considering that he spent all of two minutes on it, it’s a pleasing little arrangement. Oh yes – and he is wearing blue nail polish…just in case you were wondering.



When George ran off to scooter or something, Oliver took his place.

Oh Oliver…my very, very artistically apathetic almost six year old… What happened to the toddler who would happily paint all day at daycare?

The truth is, Oliver’s interest in art supplies changed when his special needs began to really surface (around age two). He started missing some small motor milestones – like an age appropriate pencil grip – and was far more interested in the tactile quality of the supplies than how he could actually use them on a piece of paper. Finger paint was wildly popular at our house.

An interesting thing about Oliver’s use of watercolors is his attention to the water itself. He is less focused on the paint going on the page than he is in the clouds of color that diffuse though the water as he dips his brush. And looking through his eyes – I don’t blame him. Next time you have watercolors on hand, grab a clear cup full of water and watch the fireworks display unfold.

The other thing that Oliver likes to do is finger print paintings. It’s far more satisfying for him to have his fingers in the materials that he’s using. As you can see in the images below…




His paintings are always very battered looking. The colors leech into each other and turn brown and gray. You can see that hands have been put to work and that another agenda may have been in play. I think it’s beautiful.

I think they’re all beautiful. Unique and full of personality.

After the kids ran off to whack tree with sticks, I started arranging their paintings and taking more pictures. I now absolutely hated my fish scale doodle.


It was boring. Lifeless.

And I thought I could do better. Doodles can be fun. They can make you happy when you look at them. There is value in experiencing materials and letting them show you what you want them to do. There is beauty in inspiration. Not every effort has to have the goal of fine art….doodles are fine. But when you are looking for beauty and inspiration, you have to let go a little…put some heart into it.

Instead of doodling with paint, why not try scribbling?


I still think my kids blow me out of the water, but these little scribbles do make me smile. The fish scales, on the other hand went into the trash.
And if that little lesson wasn’t enough for me. Eleanor came back and gave me some great new pictures of her own creative process. Her own observation of others’ techniques. I guess she liked Oliver’s fingerprints. She decided to use her toes.




She started out with a small painting that happened to be sitting next to the paints. And I’m fairly certain it’s one of George’s. But after adding a couple of red toe prints, she moved onto a bigger blank page.

I kind of love this one though. In fact, I think it’s my favorite of the day.


My children teach me something new every day. Any parent would say the same. But I think this may be one of my favorite lessons. Open your eyes – look around – don’t force things – see what happens… You can’t force creativity – it’s a process. And a great work of art doesn’t have to be the end game. Sometimes a scribble that makes you smile is just as satisfying. Because the process is half the experience.

For Japan With Love

You may have already seen this on The Big Piece of Cake…if so – no need to read any further, I’ve copied and pasted the whole thing. Seems a little silly to make it look like two completely different posts right? Or maybe I’m just lazy…you be the judge.

I really did mean to post more this week…but I’ve been a bit scattered. I’m blaming it on the drugs. Or the kids. Or both. Either way – people who have abdominal surgery have a full week to milk it for all it’s worth, right?

At any rate, I won’t be posting anything new this week…


Tomorrow I’m participating in a bloggers day of silence in support of the fundraising efforts of For Japan With Love which will be donating what’s raised to Shelterbox. Shelterboxes are given to disaster victims and contain many of the tools that they need to survive. Have you donated to the relief effort? Even if it’s just a small gesture, very dollar helps.

So, I’ll see you next week with no excuses (or really awesome drugs – sob) to fall back on.

Editor’s note: I changed one word. Just in case you noticed and thought, “wait a minute, I thought she copied/pasted. Now I’m all confused…” I don’t want you to lose any sleep over this. That’s just not my style.

For Japan With Love (and some of my usual excuses…)

I really did mean to post something this week…but I’ve been a bit scattered. I’m blaming it on the drugs. Or the kids. Or both. Either way – people who have abdominal surgery have a full week to milk it for all it’s worth, right?

At any rate, I won’t be posting anything new this week…


Tomorrow I’m participating in a bloggers day of silence in support of the fundraising efforts of For Japan With Love which will be donating what’s raised to Shelterbox. Shelterboxes are given to disaster victims and contain many of the tools that they need to survive. Have you donated to the relief effort? Even if it’s just a small gesture, very dollar helps.

So, I’ll see you next week with no excuses (or really awesome drugs – sob) to fall back on.

Perfecting the Fine Art of Parisian Chic?

There have a been a number of books and articles written about Parisian style – specifically how the decidedly un-Gallic can achieve it.



In general – style is a difficult thing to imitate, as it rarely rings true when forced. So the idea that anyone can just pick up a new image and make it believable in ten easy steps is somewhat unrealistic. It’s a novelty topic for fashion-minded consumers.



But that said, there is no reason that you can’t perk up your own personal style with some inspiration from others. Mix things up a little. And if you find that these new affectations are really working for you – enhancing your own look – then your style may in fact, evolve in that direction.

So instead of trying to adhere to a set of rules for a desired outcome, these tips and tricks sources should be approached as an a la carte menu of options.

Here is a fun list from Inès de la Fressange (author of Parisian Chic) in the current issue of Lonny (with Caitlin McGauley’s adorable illustrations!):


Simple, affordable and open to interpretation. It challenges you to be creative with your choices and put your own spin on the offhand irreverence that the French are known for in their own everyday style.

I could totally do that.

Images via The Sartorialist, illustrated list via Lonny.

Dangerous Beauty

Aren’t these upholstered folding chairs from Anthropologie super cute? (I know my title said “beauty” but super cute isn’t generally “dangerous” – and I’ll get to that in a minute):







They would be pretty convenient little accent chairs – and if they really do fold up well, you could even store them and pull them out for entertaining.

I’m a little hesitant to praise anything in the folding furniture family though… You see, I had a folding chair malfunction at a wedding reception that caused me a great deal of embarrassment.

Years ago we attended a co-worker’s wedding, and the reception was held at a well known DC restaurant, popular for events. Large parties were usually held in an atrium and just like any other banquet situation, tables of 8-10 were used. But for some very strange reason, the seating was comprised of sturdy-looking white folding chairs (make note of the “looking” which indicates some foreshadowing…)

After the dinner plates were cleared and people were moving around to visit other tables and hit the dance floor, I started a conversation with my boss, who was positioned a couple of seats over. In order to lean closer to her, I put my hand on the chair between us.

The next thing I knew I was on the ground, wondering how the hell I ended up there. Obviously the damn thing collapsed when I put my weight on it and TOOK ME DOWN!

I should have been grateful that my arm wasn’t broken, but it was kind of humiliating. No one at the table behind me had gotten up yet (of course!) and had a clear view of my descent. And you know they all thought I was wasted. Which I wasn’t because I was driving that night. But I wasn’t about to walk over and interrupt their laughing to explain.

This is the kind of thing that keeps me humble. As if I didn’t have plenty of other reasons…

Anyway – if I go to your house and see one of those super cute Anthropology folding chairs, I’ll just admire it from afar. Being mauled by a chair is a once in a lifetime experience for me, thanks.