The New Love of My Life: Yap Chin Hoe

These paintings combine two of my absolute favorite things: beautifully detailed depictions of lovely things and chinoiserie. And when I say “chinoiserie” I don’t mean any little nod to an incredibly overused decor term. I mean actual pottery. Blue and white china. Chinese Rose Famille.














I’m swooning.

Literally.

These images came from the Catherine Asquith Gallery. Their description of the artist:

Chin Hoe displays a mastery over the brush as well as an expertise at composition. He has finessed a refreshing contemporary interpretation of classic Western still-life – the Oriental antique-wares bring grace and poise to an otherwise traditional theme. Intricate details – the flutter of dragonfly wings, soft tendrils of foliage, graceful translucent drapes – and a more vivid palette have infused his recent artworks with a new vitality.”

More HERE.

La Raffinerie Necklaces (Alternately Titled: Sometimes I Can’t Come Up with Clever Post Titles)

Ooops! Missed a day. And I was on such a daily blogging roll too.

Back on the wagon this week. And I’ll start with jewelry. I’m pretty sure I found these silk and satin creations from La Raffinerie on The City Sage. Aren’t they lovely?







And this one is pretty cool too:


See the entire collection HERE.

The Fab Five (Bloggers, That Is…)


Thanks to Trop 50 for sponsoring my writing about fabulous bloggers. This year Trop50 is granting 50 fabulous wishes. Click here to enter for a chance to win $1,000 to help grant a friend’s wish!

Today, I’m participating in another Clever Girls Collective organized sponsorship. What made this immediately appealing to me is that it involved doing something I love: talking about the fantastic bloggers that I obsessively read. The only drawback? I could only pick five.

So I had to pick an angle. Set some parameters. Whittle a list of 500 down to five. Okay – a slight exaggeration – but just barely. After almost three years online, my Google reader overfloweth.

In light of my current health crisis (another exaggeration – but a little drama never hurt anyone’s blog post), I thought I’d go with five blogs that I find particularly inspirational. When considering one’s own mortality, most tend to ponder how short a time we have to make the most of every day and truly appreciate all that we have. I myself, look to others from whom I think I could learn a thing or two.

There are a number of people who have long been inspirational favorites of mine for one reason or another, and I’ll start with an obvious one – one that may just be on everyone’s list:

I started reading Nie Nie Dialogues before I started my own blog in June 2008. I loved how this young mother managed to make raising small children look like a dream come true. She took what others would accept as an ordinary life and made it seem like a daily cause for celebration. Her blog inspired me to (try to) see every day as an opportunity for magic – and maybe even find some.

Then, just a few months after I started The Big Piece of Cake, she was in a terrible plane crash. Her survival was a miracle and fervently prayed for by her family, friends and readers. People all over the world followed the story of her recovery, and her blog became more than just a happy place. It was a lesson plan for doing it right. Finding joy in exactly what you have and making every day count.

We were initially taken with the beautiful life she had made for herself and her family, but watching her fight to get it back has been literally breathtaking. She overcame incredible odds to be able to go home, mother her children and find her magic again. She challenged herself both physically and emotionally and she won.

In her new life, much has changed, but she still makes the most of every day. She makes me want to fight for my ordinary everyday life. And she inspires me to see true power in pure and simple love.

My next source of inspiration has a similar story in that she too, once had to fight for her life.

I can’t remember when I found Heidi – but it was definitely during my first year of blogging. I thought she was funny and her writing was beautiful. But I was a little confused about what her disability was. She referred to it every once in a while and I knew it had something to do with her feet because of her blog name…but there wasn’t a statement about it anywhere on her sidebar or in her profile at that time. She just blogged like me. She talked about her kids and her days and she ended every post with “Swept Up” – a brief account of something that was inspiring her at that moment.

Eventually, she wrote something that clarified the vague allusions for me. She explained that she had been in a horrific car crash that killed her friend and burned her to the point that she lost both of her lower legs. And I knew nothing about that until long after I felt I could call her a friend.

Heidi has been writing her story in a novel and she’s posting pieces of it on her blog (which now includes a bit more detail on exactly what that story is – thanks to her husband and head cheerleader who is helping her navigate the world of social media). You hear about people spending months recovering in the hospital – but it takes a truly gifted writer to transport you there. To take you understand the struggle, the pain and the temptation to just give up.

Heidi is a truly gifted writer. And while, yes – her story of recovery is inspiring, it’s really her talent inspires me. Her talent and her choice to dream big. To make things happen. She chose the life she has. She made it happen. And she continues to dream for more. I look forward to seeing her make that happen too.

I don’t only read about people who survive flaming crash sites though…

(Yes – that is a recent picture of her and MONDO! Jealous? I am.)

Amy is another blogger that I started reading early on. In fact – I think she may have been my first commenter (besides Mom of course). She immediately charmed me with her ability to make everything seem just a little more fun. Or real. Or both. She could write a poem about her son’s sock and a novel about a fleeting glance. She is by far one of the most innately creative people I have ever encountered.

Amy strikes me as someone who would be a very good muse. This is a bit ironic since she is the one looking at the world through an artist’s eyes… But she makes you want to do the same. She makes you want to create something. Mommy bloggers leave her posts wanting to write about pirates or paint wildflowers or perhaps burn a bra or something. She makes you want to embrace life with wild abandon and then give it the finger for good measure.

She inspires me to be more creative in my everyday life. To look at the world through an artist’s eyes and to raise my children to do the same. She inspires me to be bold.

While I’m trying to be a little less reserved in life – I could also learn to take myself just a little less seriously. Oh – I do try…but it is so genetically embedded into my core personality, that role models are often necessary.

So who better to take my Number Four spot on this list than someone who reminds me to laugh at myself and just lighten up already?

Jessica is really, really funny. I mean really. But that isn’t what makes me such a fan of hers. She didn’t win my admiration with her comedic timing, she did it with her honesty.

On the surface, she’s writing humorous stories (or posting vlogs) about dating failures, family dysfunction and single parenting challenges – but take the jokes away, and there is still substance. There’s a real person behind the funny.

It seems like so many funny people hide behind their sense of humor – take away the laughs and all you find is a stranger. Jessica isn’t like that.

I’ve often thought that her blogging is very brave. She isn’t afraid to laugh at herself. Herself – meaning who she is in everyday life. Not a fabricated caricature of herself, carefully constructed for the audience. Her stories don’t sound contrived. They sound like things that could happen to you or your best friend. The way she tells her stories is what makes them funny and the fact that we can relate to them makes her more than just a humor blogger. She seems like a real friend. One who isn’t afraid to have a laugh at her own expense.

And to then laugh at you. Because you deserve it. At least I do. I need to laugh at myself more…far more often than I currently do. Jessica inspires me to lighten up and see humor in my daily trials. To not take myself so goddamn seriously!

FINALLY – Number Five is going to seem really random and out of sync with this girl power line up I’ve got going here…

How on earth could two fabulous NYC gay guys with their finger on the pulse of the fashion world have any relevance to a suburban SAHM like?

Yeah – even I think it’s a stretch. But HEY the assignment was to write about “five fabulous bloggers.” And this duo has enough “fabulous” to last them three lifetimes AND provide leftovers to donate to style-challenged celebrities until the red carpet is thoroughly threadbare.

But, you ask, what about my theme about being inspired by the blogs I read and the people who write them? Well isn’t that obvious? I’m a suburban SAHM. I could use a little fabulous in my life!

Life is serious and gritty and full of hard decisions. It can wear you down and make your fashion choices seem beyond frivolous. Seriously – the only red carpet I ever encounter involves an exploding juice box.

And for some people that’s fine. They really don’t care.

But I kind of do.

I love clothes and the idea of developing a sense of personal style. One of the biggest things that I miss about working is the opportunity to dress up for something. There isn’t much incentive for that in my life right now. But these two make me want to try a little. Put on some lipstick. Consider a new signature color. Throw on some statement jewelry for a walk to the playground.

They inspire me to take a break from the daily grind and indulge myself a little. It’s fun. And it adds some balance.

So that’s it – five fabulous blogs. Some may be known to you and others may be new. But I highly recommend all of them for inspiration. To find magic in the life you have and to dream for more. To live it with passion and to have some good belly laughs at your own expense. To allow yourself a little frivolity – just to take the edge off.

I’ll never be just like any single one of these people – because I can’t be anyone but myself. But they inspire me to be more. To want more. Because I deserve it. I think we all do.

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Last Stop, Shady Grove

*TWO updates at the end.

So I just received a referral from Oliver’s neurologist for an MRI. It’s nothing immediately serious – just one more step in the never ending dance of finding out what’s going on with that weird little booger.

We started seeing the neurologist a few years ago, and I often feel like our twice a year appointments are more for her benefit than for his. Of course, I know that’s not true – it’s just the nature of the process. She monitors him, has various tests done and keeps track of his development. Which by the way, is extraordinary as far as I’m concerned. Nonetheless, he still has language and social delays, so we continue the regular annual tea parties with his various doctors and specialists.

At our last visit, the neurologist said that we should do an MRI to check the language centers of his brain. And I just received the paperwork in the mail today. This is somewhat of a coincidence since I myself just had an MRI this morning.

Right before Christmas, I noticed a weird little lump right above my c-section scar. Assuming it was a cyst of some kind, I made an appointment with my gynecologist to have it checked. While pregnant with the twins, I developed a cyst in a “none of your business” kind of place, and grew a few more for good measure after the birth. While totally gross, it wasn’t at all dangerous and it was easily fixed (a bit of TMI that I’ll refrain from inflicting upon you). So all in all, I wasn’t in the least bit concerned.

Since the lump was so close the surface, my doctor was able to determine whether it was a cyst or not with a needle. Yeah – that was fun…and after a few mildly uncomfortable jabbings she said that no, it wasn’t a cyst and that I had “just won myself a trip to radiology for a sonogram.” Awesome! I never win anything.

Funny enough, I’ve had sonograms done on several other body parts – not just pregnancy-related. There was the suspicious spot in one of my mammogram images (turned out to be nothing) and the super fun experience of having my leg veins checked (“Yes – you will someday have ropey veins all over your legs if you don’t have a procedure done, but insurance doesn’t pay for that. Just check back in with us when it becomes life threatening.” Good times.) So it was old hat for me. And after hours of time in the waiting room and on the table and cramping hunger pains due to an ungodly number of obligatory fasting hours, the tech finally came back into the examination room to say, “yup – we have no idea what that is.” Next stop: an MRI.

At least this one only required four hours of fasting.

And other than the IV required for some dye-related thing they did at the end, there wasn’t any discomfort involved. In fact, I was kind of looking forward to my time in the tube, as it sounded like a great opportunity to take a 40 minute nap.

Okay – so anyone who has ever had an MRI is laughing right now because it’s not at all like the cozy tanning bed scenario of my Grey’s Anatomy influenced imagination. It’s not that it was physically uncomfortable – but it was LOUD.

And I thought things were off to such a good start when I was changing into my robe and overheard a very “Seattle Grace surgical staff” exchange outside my door. Someone passing by said to the tech waiting for me, “pony tail today? Rough sex this morning?” I’m not kidding! Seriously – Mer and Cristina, you have one track minds – go dance it out or something. But I digress…

Back to the mundane business of medical stuff, the earplugs I was given helped – but muffling aside, it sounded like I was directly under a construction site. And it wasn’t the noise as much as the erratic nature of it that kept me from immediately slipping into a “mother of three small children – did somebody say nap?” coma. There would be 30 seconds of microwave noises – then silence – then a sonic boom – then machine gun noises – then nothing – then the technician’s voice over an intercom telling me to breath in or out or not at all.

So in addition to the auditory assault, I actually had to pay attention to directions. NOT relaxing.

But it was somewhat diverting in that the technician’s disembodied voice sounded exactly like the conductor announcements I heard every day during my DC metro-rail riding years: “Please clear the doors…Due to red line construction…last stop Shady Grove.” It was enough to make me fall asleep and miss my stop.

Which I eventually did.

The noise became more regular, the directions to stop my heartbeat for five minutes at a time ceased, and I unwittingly drifted off for the rest of the MRI.

Waking up in my cotton robe with a light blanket over my legs, I almost felt like I was in a spa after an hour long massage. Except that there were wires everywhere. And I hate getting massages. Perhaps a facial? Didn’t smell good enough… Either way, I was ready for another nap.

This is why I rarely take naps. Napping is supposed to provide you with much needed rest and rejuvenation. It’s supposed to give you more energy and enthusiasm for plowing through the rest of the day. Napping generally gives me more energy and enthusiasm for going back to sleep and never waking up again.

So as much as I was hoping for a good MRI nap – it was just like hoping for the offer of a free Blizzard at Dairy Queen. It sounds really good – worthy of craving even. But after the fact, you usually decide that it probably wasn’t a good idea.

Naps aside – the MRI is over and I now have a good handle on why Oliver will need to be sedated. Forty minutes of staying still in a noisy, fluorescent lit tube? Yeah – I don’t think he’d be cool with that.

I won’t get my results back for a few days. And to be honest, I probably won’t give it too much thought. I’m good at that – not thinking. There is no point in wasting the meantime with anxious worrying. I’d rather just ride it out. Read a book. Daydream about more pleasant things. Take an inadvisable nap.

In any given lifetime, the various destinations are usually unknowable and frequently inevitable. The meantime matters more. And at the moment, mine is fairly booked up with the day to day care of my children. From fishing stickers out of the toilet with trouble making twins to scheduling MRI appointments for exceptionally weird and wonderful five year olds, I’ve got far more interesting things to do than worry about things I can’t control.

But when I do reach my stop, I promise to be in touch as soon as my feet touch the platform. Hopefully I’ll have a clue as to where to find the right exit…thank god for GPS.

*Just heard from my doctor’s office. Still no idea what it is. So IT is now considered a “suspicious mass.” Tomorrow, I’ll receive a list of general surgeons to call so someone can cut this sucker out to analyze. I’m assuming it’s nothing. Please do the same. I totally believe in the good vibes, you know. Until next week…

**I can’t believe I forgot about this crazy scrap of conversation I heard outside of the changing room before the MRI. I added it above.

Pretty, Pretty, Pretty…

Not sure where I found Michelle Armas’ work…but isn’t it lovely?





Do you match your decor to your art or match your art to your decor? OR do you not even think about that kind of coordination at all? These pieces would appeal to any decorating approach. They stand up on their own without any correlation to decor, but they would work so well with SO many different design aesthetics.

Does that make sense? Oh well – at least that’s my own inexpert opinion.

Bottom line – pretty stuff. Want to see more?

Good Friends, Great Publicity

I was thrilled to see not one, not two, but THREE pictures of women wearing Romona Keveza at the Golden Globes!




I have known her since I was a little girl. And I wore one of her dresses on my wedding day. I couldn’t be more proud of our dear family friend. Know anyone getting married? Her bridal gowns are to die for!