Old-New Territory

Life is a circle between old and new territory. At 26 weeks, My shape is growing out of non-maternity clothes and into such round disproportions that I am panicking as I pull three more dresses out of rotation, leaving only… three.

This one from Target was $24.99 (now 20% off here).


I wore it to a doctor’s appointment in the morning and to the office in the afternoon. Paired with Nicholas Kirkwood heels and Lisa’s favorite sunglasses.

To view more dress picks from Target, visit my Pinterest board, Closet.

Beginning Again

I woke up this morning from a deep and psychotically artistic dream – the kind you get when you are just over halfway through a pregnancy. Then, I ran across a photo of the 20 week ultrasound, which was randomly out of place, but when it’s your third, this happens. A lot.

I can’t help myself from thinking about how my blog started – trying to make sense of this maternity state and and button down office job. And here I am, five years later, beginning again.

I love the experimentation, then challenge of looking like a normal office worker. Let’s talk about this budget report, shall we? Like all three of us in the room, you, me and your belly? A 50-60 something attorney told me last week, that as soon as she started to show, she was sent home.

I still save tags, take a picture of ideas in my mind about what works and what doesn’t. White button down shirts work. Print maxi dresses don’t.

Here are some photos of what I’ve been up to.


One year

Has it really been a year since I posted (somewhat regularly)? I miss it, I do. One of my much-more-famous blogger friends asked me if it was okay to give up the blog, and I confirmed that the world would not come to an end. But I do miss it…


I. Am. Obsessed.

Once I figured out I could send Instagrams to the Walgreens app, and how nice they were in print, I’ve flooded my 23 followers with old vacation photos, baby pictures and a few of myself. Enjoy.






St. Louis

I just returned from a trip to St. Louis for work. Here are some snapshots.


Terrible weather for driving. But this made me smile.


Indeed. One new tire later, I had to ditch my dinner plans in St. Louis and get some Popeyes on the way.


These are on display across the elevator in the hotel. I would catch people trying to figure out what the heck they were while we waited.


These are cakes. My kind of cakes.


I am glad I brought one more dress than I thought I needed. And this plissé scarf. It’s called “Un Cheval Sur Mon Carre”.


One block from the hotel, I found this amazing gift shop called Lusso. My son is the year of the dragon. I think his would be adorable in his room.


I wish this fountain was turned on. I took a picture of this for my budding ballerina.


For Mister – legs to chew on.


For my Sweet Tart from Lusso. I painted her nails immediately when I got home.


For me. Just kidding. But not really…

Special thanks to Jenny of St. Louis for letting me test that amazing face oil, Rodin, olio lusso, as well as every Tocca perfume in the store. I’ll be back.

If You Do Not Have Children Yet, Don’t Read This

There are many things I did not know about having children – not details, anyway. Just the generic “kids will change your life.” So, I have created a personal list – a list that may be obvious to you who raised siblings, babysat or hung out at children’s museums. Which, obviously, I did not do. Also, I am not in the medical profession.

1. Kids are immature. You can’t fight with them the way you battle an adult. When it comes to mind games, they will win. And I argue for a living. Prior to having children, you learn you have to win at all costs, but assumes (1) you know how to win, (2) you should never give up – ever, and (3) you have a good chance of winning. Not so here.

2. Kids like repetition. The same games, the same movies, the same books, the same page on the same books. Asking the same questions (why??) in the same way ten times in a row. Moral? Avoid exposing them to anything you do not want to read, sing, or watch approximately 1,050 more times. I made the mistake of picking up a full fledged hardback version of Peter Pan at an estate sale, and not only is it a scary book, but it has extended our nighttime routine. Every night. For the last year. P.S. You will think you can simply start skipping words – or even sentences – but your child will start correcting you. Again, children like repetition and routine.

3. Childhood is freakishly scary. Remember how Captain Hook loses his hand? That cute movie, Brave, with the adorable red headed little girl? There will be extreme violence for the first 45 minutes. Even if you are good at screening what they watch at home, your child will go to pre-school or day care and come home talking about monsters. Seeing the gritty, sometimes gruesome world through their fresh eyes reminds you how hard you have become are as an adult.

4. There will be a lot of sneaking around. This includes wearing socks to deaden your descent down the stairs in the morning, hiding things like toys or just about anything you value (even your own makeup), putting locks on doors. You will feel like a high school sweetheart again – trying to date the guy that your parents aren’t so sure about. If you want to have an adult conversation, you have to wait until you can whisper to each other in bed.

5. Kids are physical. You will wonder why no one talks about abuse (of the parents) when you are repeatedly, kicked, slapped, elbowed (those sharp little elbows are deadly), head butted, poked in the eyeball, stepped on, spit at, and bit. That is not to mention the physicality of herding them, carrying them, lifting them, packing and hauling suitcases of their stuff around every day, folding/unfolding strollers, lifting in to cars, strapping and unstrapping seatbelts, unscrewing battery compartments, cleaning up spills, snot, bottoms, sheets, floors, rugs, couches, so forth and so on. I don’t care if you have dedicated your life to your physical being, there will be a significant period of time when you are flabbergasted at the thought of going to the gym to get in a good workout. You will, however, be very motivated to the gym just to get in some alone time.

6. There may not be any crying in baseball, but there is a lot of crying in childhood. Loud and sudden siren wails. Every day and sometimes every other minute. You may become a blubberer yourself. I remember my childhood friend teasing her mom that a Kleenex commercial could set her off. Now I understand.

7. You will almost never be alone in your house again. When you are, it will seem like the miracle that it is. And even if are performing heavy cleaning while you are (alone) in your own house, you will cherish every moment.

8. You will spend a lot of time talking about, thinking about, and watching your child poop. And worst of all, you will secretly enjoy these moments. Sometimes, you will laugh and brag openly about them. Yes, you will.

9. Kids are indescribably, unpredictably, and sometimes unintentionally gross. As in “they like to lick the snot under their nose and eat it” gross. Know how you will know when the last baby will remain the last? When you have had it with with the daily gush of bodily fluids and the (sometimes) quirky, seemingly other-world diseases. Like hand, foot, and mouth. And Impetigo.

10. Despite all of this, people really like kids. You could post that you just received the vice presidential nomination on Facebook and you will get 1/10th of the likes than if you post a baby being held by a sibling. You can go to China (especially in China), violate every cultural norm and tradition, and as long as you whip out a photo of your baby, you will have a ball. Your distant friends and relatives will like your child (they have never met) more than you.

The most surprising thing of all is that you will be surprised. Every day. And that is my favorite part.

10 Outfits











Only 10 Things?

Inspired by the book, Lessons From Madame Chic by Jennifer Scott, I tried to narrow my closet down to a very small set of things that I would wear for 30 days, lured by the promise of more time and focus.

Here was my attempt to pare down to 10 items per the recommendation in the book. I did not count blazers, accessories or shoes. Bien sur pas.


Not surprisingly, I failed on day seven. True to the all-or-nothing American form, I was going to chuck the experiment entirely when I reached beyond the petite wardrobe and grabbed an old favorite brown leather skirt and burnt orange silk henley.

Now, after 10 day, here is what I am up to.


I wonder if I should continue on with the experiment and see what this looks like week by week. Clearly, ten items is too limiting. Ten dresses, maybe, but when you add tops, skirts, a pair of jeans and a cardigan, ce n’est pas possible.

Yet, I have been inspired to weed out things I no longer need. (After two pregnancies and a failed golf career, this was not too hard to do.) I am now looking at a rack of clothing in my home office that needs to find a new home.

Anyone up for a closet sale?

Ivanka Your Shoe

These pumps are going to go with each one of the 4 orange dresses I have for Spring. But more on that later.


Old Favorite

Commercial garment rack. It holds a ton! It has wheels and collapses.

P.S. This is foreshadowing for an exciting event… Check in next week!

big commercial garment rack