Thinking about a “someday house”…
This one will do.
Thinking about a “someday house”…
This one will do.
I do.
Okay – not really, but you know – need…want…potato…potahto…
I wrote about Brooke Galardi’s beautiful bags a while ago on The Big Piece of Cake. Since then, she’s added some breathtaking new designs to her shop.
I think I do really need one.
Do you ever get a card so beautiful that you want to frame it? Have you ever actually done it?
I often save cards. Not the Hallmark kind though.

No – I mean those lovely hand made or hand made-looking ones that rarely cost less than $5.
I’d like to think that I will eventually frame all of them to create a display of “minis.” I may even buy some specifically for this purpose -I stumble across at least one per day as I browse through my favorite eye candy sites.
Here are some printed cards from a couple of my favorite artists that would definitely make the cut:


I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to post this, but Chris was out of town when they arrived. Then, as you know (if you’ve been reading), it’s been a rough couple of weeks.
But the day has finally arrived – the Womily Touch cuff links are here!
And they are so cool. Chris was thrilled.
If you read the “how to” post, you will remember that due to challenging conditions (i.e. having children), we were unable to get both twins to cooperate at the same time. So only Eleanor’s fingerprints were used for the links.
Here is an action shot (or what a cuff link considers “action”).
And just because I’m at artist at heart (with limited photography skills), Here are some additional images with an edgy sidewalk chalk backdrop:

Here is a better shot of that:
While I’m here – I may as well throw in a few more visuals of the Hoods.
This is a picture of my daughter with a pig kite.

This is a picture of Oliver playing out back with the hose.

This is a picture of what George likes to call “R2 – time for nap!”
We’re taking the kids to Rehoboth Beach, DE for a week at the end of July and I think I want a new beach bag.
Canvas is a definite – but where to buy…?
There’s always the traditional L.L. Bean bag.

Initially, I loved this one with the leather handles.

A better choice would be this roomy one.
Okay – this is more like it.

The website says it’s “a side handle to grasp for sideways bag dumping.” My toddlers don’t need special aides for dumping out bags – so I think we can skip that one.
FINALLY – the solution:

Sigh. Well this is a blog about wishing…maybe Target will come up with a knock off.
*Don’t forget to enter my Blair Waldorf approved giveaway from Andrea’s Beau! Click here for details.
First of all, I’d like to say that I really have meant to personally respond to all of the kind comments left on my highly dramatic mind dump last week. But time has gotten away from me – so it might take a while.
Needless to say, I am feeling much better now.
The truth is – nothing has changed. But we now have a “point A” from which to work. “Point Z” is very far down the road, a road that I’ve heard is a hard one at that. But it’s far from being the one less traveled. Many people out there with similar experience have offered advice and encouragement, as well as tan, toned virtual shoulders to cry on (is it just me, or does everyone else have a much better body online?)
That said, I have learned a few things since my uncharacteristic breakdown last week:
1. It’s okay to feel sorry for yourself for short periods of time – but never longer than necessary.
2. There are always worse problems to have, so you have to focus on everything that is good and right about your lot in life.
3. Feeling sad is a waste of time unless you know WHY you are feeling sad – how else can you learn and recover?
4. Little pitchers DO in fact have big ears (though no one really knows what baseball has to do with anything) and if a child has a delay or disability, they are still far smarter and perceptive than you could ever know.
5. I often lose track of my thoughts and have no idea where I’m going with this list.
RIGHT – so I know that I had a point beyond platitudes…unfortunately, it now eludes me.
But what about Oliver?
He’s fine. In fact, he’s great. Still wonderful and amazing and miraculous. And still very delayed and on the Autism spectrum.
But like I said last week – that’s just a label. It defines his current behavior and challenges. But it doesn’t define him. And it certainly doesn’t define me.
I knew that things had shifted for me when one night in the dark, a disembodied voice (don’t worry – it was just Chris) asked me, “Oliver will be okay, won’t he?”
I answered without hesitation, “of course he will. Because I’ll make sure he is.” And I knew that was absolutely true.
So if you got scared when you noticed that I had disappeared from my angst ridden ledge – don’t fret. I just crawled back in the window while you weren’t looking.
It was a bit too breezy for my liking. I get cold easily, so I thought I’d better go get a sweater. And once inside, things didn’t seem quite so dire anymore.
There were sweet little babies who needed my attention and several pleasant hopes for the future that needed dusting. Someone was making dinner, and I realized that I was ravenous. I can always be distracted by snacks. And shiny objects. And if you haven’t noticed, I’m a little obsessed with my blog life.
Frankly, I’m just too busy to hang out on ledges with the pigeons. They aren’t the best conversationalists. And they eventually flew away when they tired of me hogging their spotlight. You know pigeons – it’s always all about them and their problems…
Right! AND (I just remembered) because:
6. Self pity is for the birds.
*Don’t forget to enter my Blair Waldorf approved giveaway from Andrea’s Beau! Click here for details.
Sorry for the re-post – but I wanted to put this guest post on my own site as well. And if you didn’t read it – well here is your second chance.
I wrote it for my friend Christy’s blog, so she figures prominently – and it’s a little different from my usual style – but my mom said it was the best mothers day present I could give her, so that was nice!
Magical Thinking, The Secret and Wishing Really, Really Hard
May 7, 2009
When I first met Christy – I was almost bowled over by her enthusiasm. The Christy experience is one you never forget. Her excitement for life is truly a force to be reckoned with.
And she’s a good woman to have in your corner. I often call her my own personal cheerleader. If it were up to Christy, I’d have an agent and a book deal tomorrow, all based on the haphazard scribblings in my personal blog. I have no real writing experience, but Christy sees no hindrance there. She doesn’t waste time worrying about obstacles – she sees only infinite possibility. This ability to focus all of her energy on “making things happen” has served her well. She found her dream husband, her dream career and became the mother of a baby who looks to have sprung directly from a Botticelli painting of angels. She knows how to live life to the fullest and does so every day. And it’s all due to the fact that this girl keeps her eye on the prize.
Everyone has heard of “The Secret” by now, and Christy is in fact, a success story for this Oprah-approved method for finding happiness in life. In one of our recent conversations she told me that when she was single and feeling ready to meet Mr. Right, she thought about everything she would want in a husband and always kept that in the periphery of her thoughts. She went on plenty of bad to so-so dates, but never doubted that this perfect man was out there. She could picture him clearly and knew that she would recognize him the minute he appeared.
And apparently she did, because they’ve been married for five years.
And when they were ready to have the as of then unknown Ms. Foo…the same rules applied. As it did for the dream job. While direct routes may not have been available to her, Christy always knew what her final destination would be be. This complete confidence comes from knowing what you want. And now, thanks to a wildly popular self help book endorsed by talk show hosts everywhere, anyone can be a Christy.
I’m not mocking The Secret of course, but it just strikes me as funny that people need a manual for something that boils down to common sense and a positive attitude. It’s all so simple, or at least it can be if you let it.
So it’s no wonder that a seasoned professional in self-doubt like me would find inspiration here. And not just because it sounds so logical and attainable. For me, this approach to life also sounds very familiar…
While she may not engender Christy’s particular brand of zest for life, my mother is another force to be reckoned with. Jo Coveny is a firm believer in taking responsibility for your own happiness. She didn’t “see the light” as early on as Christy did – but hey, better late than never right?
It all started when I was in elementary school and found myself making frequent trips with her to the Georgetown new age bookstore, “YES! Books” (if you read The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, this may sound familiar – Anna Brashares grew up in the DC area and actually featured this blast from my past in her book). Crystal healing and meditation became common topics of discussion in my house and I believe there were “workshops” involved as well…
Since we were children, my brother and I didn’t actually meditate or read up on what crystals would best absorb the negative energy causing a recurring nightmare, but we were “exposed” to my mother’s new interests. A story that mom loves to tell involves my seven year old brother answering the phone while she was meditating and telling the caller that his mother wasn’t available at that time since she was not to be disturbed while she “levitated.”
But long after the crystals became fewer and far between, the self actualization tactics held strong. And my mother was a firm believer in the laws of attraction that The Secret explains. For YEARS I’ve been hearing that if I visualize good things coming my way, they eventually will.
I’ll admit that I’ve always battled a tendency to sit back and let life happen “to” me. Playing it safe and accepting what is offered is just so much easier than asking for more. But with Jo Coveny behind me, I’ve managed to expect more when it really mattered. I have a wonderful husband and beautiful children and my friends inspire me and make me laugh every day. But there is always that one tough spot. The one that doesn’t come clean with just one scrubbing. For me it’s a lack of confidence in my ability to “be something.” And it seems to be a stain made with permanent marker.
Or maybe not.
I recently read Magical Thinking by Augustine Burroughs, and was rather taken with his attitude that he can cause things to happen simply through sheer force of will. And he had this his whole life, even while he was “running with scissors” through his outrageous childhood. I love that he just decided one day that he would write a book that would be on the New York Times best seller list – and then DID.
Magical thinking is pretty much the same concept that the The Secret outlines. That you can make things happen for yourself. And I believe this – because I’ve seen it first hand.
My mother has cancer. She has for years. It began ten years ago as breast cancer, and after a long remission, came back as lung tumors and then brain tumors. So you might wonder how this secret magical thinking BS could be working for her. And I don’t blame you, because I’ve often wondered the same thing.
But that’s just not how life works. You can never dream up a perfect life and then get it. Nothing will ever be perfect – but it can still be wonderful. And the parts that aren’t so wonderful are always subject to change. The Secret proposes that “The Universe” is always listening. If you say “hey, Universe – how about sending me a life without any problems?” – you won’t get much of a response. It seems The Universe is more of a short order cook and not quite equipped to cater to requests on that large a scale. But if you ask for something specific, then you may get better results.
My mother realized many of her dreams. She and my father moved to Key West and opened a home furnishings store. They’ve faced floods and recessions – but they’re still there. In fact their current store is even more beautiful than the first location, and they now have a new business partner and best friend to share this dream. Mom wasn’t handed a perfect situation, but she has never doubted that everything would work out in the end. She knew what she needed, knew it would happen – and then it just did.
She never dreamed of getting cancer – but she did believe that she would find the treatment necessary to get her through it. The year that she developed tumors in her brain – a condition once only treatable through radiation and with a life expectancy of a few months to a few years – the FDA approved a new chemotherapy that specifically targets brain tumors. Almost a year later, my mother’s body is almost entirely cancer free. Was this just luck – or the laws of attraction?
Who knows. Maybe both. But we’ll take it.
There was a show on TV a long time ago (one that didn’t last more than a season or two) with a character named Annie who was kind of a flake. She lost her apartment and ended up secretly living in her sister’s garage where she was storing all of her furniture. A snarky friend discovered this arrangement and responded to her claims to have “tried everything” to find a new place to live by asking, “really Annie? Have you tried wishing really really hard?” Of course her deadpan “yes Brian, I have,” was supposed to be funny. But isn’t that what the laws of attraction and magical thinking are based on? That you start with a picture of what you want? A dream. A hope. A wish.
I don’t know if I believe that wishing is enough – but I do wholeheartedly believe in Jo Coveny. And I believe in Christy. And Augustine Burroughs. And everything that they have achieved started with a wish.
Of course you have to take action to make things happen, but first you have to know what you want.
So that’s where I am now. Figuring out what I want. I already have so much – but I want more. As I should. As we all should. So I’m going to make things happen for myself. I’m going to find a career that I love. Like Christy and like my mother (and of course Augustine) I’m going to picture this and believe in it. I’m going to believe that it’s all possible and that it’s never too late. And I’m going to start by wishing really really hard.
I recently happened upon Bonbon Oiseau, a “jewelry and hair adornment” company based in Brooklyn. The designs all have a chain link and charm theme – an interesting spin on the traditional charm bracelet.

But what I’ve really fallen in love with is their line of necklaces. The little charms and pendants are so delicate and unique. Here are some of my favorites:


Not sure if I’d get any work done, but what a view!
Mon Dieu! Is it already noon? Let’s stop in pour le déjeuner.
“My colors are blush and bashful.” “Her colors are pink and pink!” (sorry – not French – but it’s the first thing I thought when I saw this)
My favorite spying perch: “Hey you…On le pont! Will you pick up after your dog? Some of us like to stroll around here…”
For the love of god – will someone find the damn corkscrew!?
For more scenes from Gay Paris – visit Fifi Flowers!
*I totally stole this line from the Travelocity Roaming Gnome commercial (when he he’s clicking through his slideshow of touring European museums and lands on Michelangelo’s David – with his cap covering the “naughty bits” – soooooo British). It’s my all time favorite.