Jules Reid Fall/Winter 2010

I saw this image a while ago and I keep coming back to it…


There is something about this dress that I find utterly charming. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quite as taken with the rest of Jules Reid Fall/Winter collection. It was lovely and vibrant and an interesting mix of modern and vintage style…but something about it felt a bit over the top to me.





BUT I think I know what it is. It’s the model. Her look is so soft and her hair is so loose and wavy. In my mind the styling should have been a little more stark and modern. A dark haired girl with a short blunt cut would have better set off the jewel bright colors and flowing lines of the clothes. I’m picturing a Gloria Vanderbilt type – possibly a nod to the sophisticated 40’s style.

But seriously, what do I know? What do you think?

I’m taking a bit of a break for the Thanksgiving holiday, so I’ll see you next week!

Needful Things: Driftwood Interiors Art

Remember the post I did on the new Ada & Darcy shop last week? And this was one of the items that I loved?


Well apparently I wasn’t the only one… Some fans were even moved to paint it:


Driftwood Interiors has and Etsy shop with even more pretties. Here are some paintings and prints that caught my eye:






Visit the Driftwood Interiors blog for more loveliness. AND receive 20% off of all purchases on Etsy through December 21st. All followers will be entered for a giveaway as well – so don’t forget to sign up for that (read the post for full details).

More Holiday Shopping Inspiration

I feel like no matter what I start doing online, I always end up browsing through pages and pages of shopping sites. Could it be the approaching holidays? Shopaholic tendencies? Either way, I have a new link to pass along.

I’ve been a longtime reader of the lovely blog Ada & Darcy and was so excited to peruse the new Ada & Darcy shop.

If anyone is thinking about buying me something fabulous, here is little wish list montage:










Don’t know if I could pull off the blue robe and boots look…but I think my fuzzy slippers might be a bit more practical anyway.

When I Have a Brand New Hairdo…

I just got a haircut recently. Here is a picture that George (of all people) took of me at the playground.


Eleanor wasn’t a huge fan because it wasn’t “fancy” (which is clear in the no make up, playground outfit look above), but I still love it.

There is somthing about completely changing your hair that makes you feel very pretty and feminine. Or maybe that’s just me…

L Starts with Eleanor


My name is Eleanor. That’s El-Leh-Nor. Not Eh-Nor or Ah-Nor. My brothers always say it wrong so I tell them they are wrong. It’s EL-Leh-Nor. That’s me.

I am four. I go to preschool. I am very happy when it’s a preschool day. When I wake up on preschool day mornings I ask my mom, “do you know what day it is?” And then I say, “it’s PRESCHOOL day!” But if she tries to answer before I say it I make her stop because only I say that. I love preschool.

Hey! Do you want to put on my makeup? I have makeup for lips and pink cheeks, and I also have a puff. Do you have a puff? It makes sparkles. I use it every day and I am very sparkly. George is not allowed to wear makeup because he broke Mommy’s makeup and she got really mad and said he could never put on makeup anymore because he was very naughty. I am very careful with my makeup. I love sparkles.

Now I am going to do some dance moves. I am a good dancer. I really want to take ballet class, but sometimes I think that I’ll never be a ballerina and this makes me so sad that I start to cry. And then I get very, very upset and I think that I need to go to my room and be alone. And George can’t come in because only girls can come in and I want to be alone. George is not a girl, he is just one of the brothers. We had our birthday in October but we’re still twins.

Hey! Do you want to play princess bingo? First we do all of the pink and then all of the blue and then all of the yellow and then all of the green. I am always pink. My favorite colors are pink and red and white. George likes blue and Oliver likes green. But I really want the pink booster seat with the butterflies on it because it’s a girl seat and George wants a blue one. But my mom says that we don’t need new booster seats. But I really want it. And then I get mad and I say, “mom – you are making me mad!” And then I stamp up to my room and slam the door and I say that I want to be ALONE. And sometimes I cry.

I am very mad because my mommy is not listening to me. And I’ll never be a ballerina… I say that she is arguing with me and she says she is just telling me the way it is. My mommy’s name is Kate. K-k-k K starts with Kate! Just like K starts with key and king. They match.

Hey! do you want to see my dance moves. Tell me what song you want. Okay how about twinkle twinkle. Now how about jingle bells? Do you want rock star? Okay – let me put the money in the slot…there, now stop talking and watch (and NO laughing):

So WHAT – I’m still a rock star
I got my rock moves and I don’t need you
And guess WHAT – I’m having more fun
And now that we’re done and gonna show you
TONIGHT
I’m ALRIGHT
I’m just FINE
And you’re a tool – so

So WHAT – I’m having more fun…

[ten minutes later]

Do you think Jonas likes rock star? Jonas is my friend. My friends are Lucy, Kara and Delaney. And Jonas and Matthew. Jonas is a good friend. I think he will love my new dress.

Now it’s time for the FASHION SHOW!

Do you like Barbie? My favorite book is Barbie: My Journal. Barbie’s friends are Nikki, Teresa, Summer and Raquelle. I have a Barbie game but George can’t touch it. It’s only for GIRLS. Once George was reading my Barbie book and I tried to take it back and it RIPPED. I got so mad and my mom said that that’s what happens when you grab and I got very upset because it was ALL MY FAULT! My mommy fixed it with tape because it was just a small corner. Then I told my mom that she is my special girl.

Hey! Do you want to see my pretties? I have a lot of pretties for my hair. I also have some jewelry but I don’t like to wear it today. I say I’ll wear it tomorrow. But not the bracelet. It smells like mommy’s keys. This smells like gold. I don’t like the smell of gold. I do like the swings at the playground, but when I get off the swings, my hands smell golden. I don’t like that.

They don’t have swings at the Y. We go to the Y so mommy can exercise. That’s spelled Y-M-C-A. That’s how you spell Y. Oliver doesn’t go to the Y with us anymore because he is in Kindergarten. He is five. He is a brother like George. My boys are Oliver and George, but Daddy and I call them the payasos.

Hey! I know what we can do! We can have a tea party. I got a tea set for my birthday in October and George got a light saber. I got a light saber too and sometimes I like to play light sabers but usually I just like to have tea parties. Those brothers are not allowed to play with my tea set. It is not for payasos. It’s very special to me. Do you want sugar? Do you want milk? Do you want cream? Do you want lemon? I’ll mix it up. You have the yellow cup because I always have the pink cup. Pink is my favorite color. P starts with pink! I am very good speller. Eleanor is spelled E-L. That means L. E does not start with Eleanor. L starts with Eleanor.

Now I have to practice my twirling for the talent show. BYE!

The Swell Mrs. Lilien’s Gift Giving Guide

Years ago, I gave my best friend (who was single and living in Georgetown at the time) a book called Swell: A Girl’s Guide to the Good Life. I loved that book…such great tips and advice, like how to exit a limo gracefully and how to “duke” (passing a tip with a closed hand).

I always think of this book when I read Mrs. Lilien. If you are not familiar with this jewel box of a blog, then run don’t walk.


And make sure to check out her new Holiday Shoppe. featuring swell items such as “shoe bling“:



Santa Baby indeed!

Starting to get excited…

If you didn’t already know this, I’m a little bit fanatical about Christmas tree decorating. I love this element of the holiday season and the glamour it adds to our house. No matter how much of a hell hole it might be pre-clean up, I can always just look at my tree and go to my happy place.

I don’t do a lot of decorating, but without exception, I must have a tree. I’ve even written about my tree each year since I started blogging (see 2008 and 2009 posts). My mediocre photography skills don’t capture the kick-ass-ness of my trees to full effect…but take my word for it. If I don’t excel at anything else – I can decorate the hell out of a Christmas tree.

While I’m not actively buying ornaments (we have a good amount of them now), I always look. Jayson Home and Garden has some lovely ones that would appeal to the aesthetic of almost any tree decorator…






Ornaments make great hostess gifts for holiday parties (I mean – if they do trees of course). I’ll take one of each pictured above, please.

P.S. Is it me, or did you also hear that owl pleading, “buy me, buy me – please…”?

Because…

“Why do you always ask me my name?”

Because he’s trying to communicate with you. He knows your name, but he wants to ask you a question. To have a conversation with you.

“Why do you always try to talk to me like that on the bus? It doesn’t make sense.”

Because he understands what he’s trying to say and hopes that you will too. He wants to be your friend. And to him, this is what is sounds like when friends talk to each other.

“Why are you speaking another language? I don’t speak that language.”

Because it’s the one he created when he couldn’t speak ours. He’s learning ours, but he’s far more fluent in this one. Nobody else speaks this language. It’s entirely his. And that can get lonely.

He never asks me my name. He doesn’t have to try so hard to communicate with me. I always listen to what he’s trying to say and I understand. I don’t speak his language, but I don’t have to.


Because I speak the universal language that mothers have with their children. He never feels lonely with me.

As much as want him to be able to communicate with the world, I hope he never forgets our own language. This is the language of my heart.