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My Life In Song

Wednesday, June 30th, 2010

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I was walking home last night- the air warm and finally comfortable, with my iPod buds snugly in my ears as a shuffle of whatever is on there played.  All of the sudden on comes “Anna Begins” by The Counting Crowes, an old favorite of mine I never listen to anymore.  As I listened to it I started getting choked up.  Perhaps it’s because it’s been an emotional week, or perhaps it’s because so much life is lived in a song.  You know what I mean? When a song that was crucial to a moment  in your life is played in the present, all sorts of things come flooding back.  For me, I can hear a song and am practically taken back to the experience I was having when I  first fell in love with it- pain, happiness, humor, love, insanity, what have you.  It’s a visceral experience really, and I think it’s a fascinating one because not many other things cause that kind of emotional tap in me. I am very much the kind of person who plays music as an antidote to a mood- or to create or embrace a mood.  I dig music of the “head in the oven” variety in which it’s all longing, down tempo and moody for  when I’m feeling pensive but am also one heck of a hip hop fanatic when I’m needing a lift, working up a sweat or getting ready to hit the town.   The dichotomy of styles explains me, as a person, perfectly.

So I thought back through my entire life and put together a playlist of songs that remind me of very specific moments in time- from sitting in my Laura Ashley smothered room as an awkward middle schooler to my first love and first heartbreak.  It’s an interesting and really fun experience- I suggest you try it.


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I wont go through the meaning behind ALL 61 songs, but here are some:

Billie Jean- Michael Jackson: My mom said she remembers the exact moment this song came on for the first time on the radio. I was 2 and apparently I LOVED to “dance” to MJ’s earliest hits (and Prince).

Walk Like an Egyptian- The Bangles: This song reminds me of jelly bracelets, puffy paint, stirrup pants, bad perms, buck teeth and general awkwardness.

Hands to Heaven- Breathe: This one is a doozy for me- totally reminds of never once being asked to dance at any of my middle school dances but watching my friends get asked. :(

I’ve Had the Time of My Life: Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes: Hello Dirty Dancing. The first PG-13 movie I ever saw and I watched it like 100 times. I was obsessed with Patrick Swayze and learning the “lift”. See also: “She’s Like the Wind”. I’m pretty sure I sang that one into the mirror a lot.

Only In My Dreams- Debbie Gibson: I was her biggest fan, I think. I even wore that stupid black hat she did and bought her perfume “Electric Youth”.  She was my first concert and I’ll never forget walking into my bedroom on my birthday and seeing concert tickets taped to my poster of her, complete with a speech bubble my dad drew next to her face saying “See you soon, Erin!”  I nearly had a cerebral hemorrhage. Also during this time my friend Anya and I made up a killer dance routine to Tiffany’s “I Think We’re Alone Now”

Bust A Move- Young MC: I remember sitting in my room listening to my purple radio with my finger hovered over the “tape record” button waiting for this bad boy to come on.  My introduction to hip hop- which I totally love.

Vogue-Madonna: I think there is a Madonna song for every stage of my life. This one was the BEST.

Take My Breath Away- Berlin:This song reminds me of my first love. And Tom Cruise playing volleyball.

O.P.P.- Naughty by Nature: When I took hip hop dance classes (not kidding) our routine was to this song.  I am really, really glad no video exists of such despicable acts. But I still listen to this song all the time when working out (and can do a mean running man!)

Summertime- DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince: One of the best songs EVER. I immediately think of driving in my navy Jeep Wrangler my parent’s suprised me with for high school graduation. Happy as a clam.

Freshman- The Verve Pipe: For some reason I specifically associate a field trip to Boston while at boarding school with this song. I loved how melancholy it was. I was feeling misunderstood at the time I think.

Let Me Clear My Throat- DJ Kool: Senior prom. The first one Miss Porter’s ever had thanks to my best friend Nancy.  This song reminds me of that night, my ridiculous date and hairdo and Nancy and I “misbehaving” (which by normal high school standards would not be considered misbehaving- all girl’s school is a different entity entirely).

Cryin’- Aerosmith and Ascension- Maxwell: Totally songs that I associate with my first long term relationship in college. This is what regret sounds like.

Crash Into Me- Dave Matthews: I’ve been to about 8 or 9 DMB shows in my life- summertime sitting on the lawn at Meadows in Hartford jammin’ to good ol’ Dave.  This song will always be my favorite.

Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems- Notorious BIG and Puffy: Dancing with my best friends in college at “TNE’s”… and not realizing how young and lucky we were.

Freebird- Lynard Skynard: I went to a Lynard Skynard concert in college. Why? Because I was downright obsessed with Freebird a few decades late. Lighters up.

I’m A Slave 2 U- Britney Spears- Continuing my embarrassing concert attendances- my best friend and first post-college roommate and I decided last minute to go see Britney at the Fleet Center. We scalped tickets, bought t-shirts (put them on immediately) and double-fisted Miller Lites and sat in the very last row with a bunch of 14 years old and their moms.

Like I Love You- JT: Does this really need an explanation? I didn’t think so. It’s JT.

Copa Cabana- Barry Manilow: This came on in Andrew’s car on one of our first dates and I was HORRIFIED. He said he loved that song. I said I don’t think I can date you.

What a Wonderful World- Louis Armstrong: ….and then I married him anyways, despite his hideous music.  And danced to this song with my Dad as I sobbed my eyes out in front of everyone (who were also sobbing, if you heard his speech you would have too- it involves the “Hands to Heaven” explanation above)

Fix You- Coldplay: The first time hearing a song live gave me goosebumps and made me cry (and I am NOT a crier, despite the many mentions of doing so on this list).  I went to their Viva la Vida tour show three times last year.

Wrong Prayer- Jaydiohead: Hold the phone- Jay Z and Radiohead together??? Too good to be true for a girl like me.

Sia-Breathe Me: It’s between”Fix You” and this song as my all time favorite. I can’t get enough of it and it’s very much a song that will forever remind me of this moment in time right now and those people in it.

Fail Better.

Wednesday, April 21st, 2010
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I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately about what I want to be when I grow up.  I have a pretty fabulous job working for myself designing homes, writing this blog, penning a column in a local magazine and doing some fashion styling on the side as well. I know I have it pretty good. Yet, there are days when it doesn’t feel like it’s enough. Or that its right. Or that there might be more for me- more depth, more meaning, more something. I think constantly about all the things I want to try and do and be and it’s dizzying to say the least.  I remember when I was little and all I wanted out of life was a hatchback Ford Escort and a job as a checkout lady at the grocery store (and to be Mrs. Luke Perry, of course). Oh how far I’ve come in my desires from life. I don’t feel cursed by the urge to expand my horizons, but I do feel pressure and the head spinning speed of passing time as I hurdle into my thirties. As if the universe wanted to make sure I felt understood in some small way, I was suggested to read an article in O Magazine by my favorite author Elizabeth Gilbert.  “You might cry it’s so good” my friend said. And I almost did, and I don’t cry easily.  Like her book “Eat, Pray, Love” I felt like she was speaking to me personally and it was a great relief. I urge you to read it and then sit with it for a minute or two and read it again.

Gilbert’s point that we all feel this insane pressure to be all things and compare ourselves to others who SEEM to be doing all those things we aren’t is a tale I know all too well.  While I get emails from readers- successful lawyers, doctors, financial executives, mothers, teachers- all who ask me how I was able to craft this dream job of mine and admit that they are unhappy and want to do what I do- I sometimes feel the same about their lives and the importance of what they do.  I am a classic “grass is greener” type of person and am always imagining what it’s like walking in other womens’ stilettos (or Crocs as the case may be).  I wonder about doing other things with my life; other things that interest me greatly like writing a book, focusing on painting again, opening a store, opening a bakery, teaching yoga, teaching art or giving into the rumored bliss of motherhood.  I dream about moving into the city (check), moving far, far away from the city, moving out of this country, vacationing in a jungle, or on a deserted island (watching too much Lost perhaps?) or taking a vacation alone.  The thing is, I know in my heart I can try all these things, and some of them might be failures.  But something I am learning very quickly in my adulthood is that at least trying feels really good because you know something positive will come of it no matter what- you either succeed or you fail and know that you gave it a shot and it wasn’t meant to be.   As I’ve heard a million times over- people far more often regret what they didn’t do than what they did do so I’m going to make a commitment to DO more without thinking it through and picking it apart until there isn’t much left.

All these new adventures in my life make me recognize the growth they are bringing me mentally and spiritually. Failure is something I historically feared more intensely than anything else in this world and I’m starting to find I am less and less afraid of it.  All I have to do is ask myself “whats the WORST that can happen?”– and more often than not, the true answer is not as scary as the bloodbath I conjure up in my head. But it is hard to let go of old habits.  My worst one is trying to be what everyone else wants me to be (or what I think everyone else wants me to be).  Being yourself and owning it- the good and the bad- is a really tough thing to do, but so worth the fight.  I have accepted that I will never be (and probably shouldn’t be) a doctor (despite my penchant for self-diagnosing on WebMD), a business exec, a talk show host, a lawyer, a shrink, a “save the world” type, a vegetarian, an actress, a blonde.  Other people were born to be those things, I wasn’t. Following your passion and bliss won’t always bring you fame and fortune, but it might just bring you a little peace of mind.  And once you stop feeling passionate about that thing you are doing, you can switch it up and try something else that does get your juices flowing.  The second I get up in the morning and don’t feel the immediate urge to write this blog, I’ll stop.  I’ll move onto something else that I do feel excited about.  But I won’t think of it as a failure, bur rather a recreation of who I am.  People are constantly changing (look at Madonna!) and what once made you delighted may now annoy the crap out of you. Go with it. Make changes. Try new things. Take a few risks. But most importantly, relax a little and be a smidge kinder to yourself and your path (discovered or yet to be).

Sorry for the digression into my inner monologue, but I felt that sharing this article which you might have missed if you don’t read O (which I don’t typically) was really important. Now, back to the shallow stuff…. :)

Definition of Romance.

Tuesday, March 2nd, 2010

Walking the dogs just now I came across this sign posted on a light post on the street next to mine. As I read it, my eyes teared up a bit and I did the whole “clutch my hand to my heart and saw ‘awwwwww’ really loud” thing. I even said to the dogs “OMG, isn’t this is the most romantic thing EVER!!??” They responded by peeing on the light post. Typical dude behavior.

But it makes me feel hopeful– about love and life and people in general.  This kind of public declaration of adoration and desperate search for “the one that got away” is the kind of stuff you think only happens in the movies. Well, here’s the proof that it doesn’t- and that makes me smile from ear to ear like a total idiot.   To be found so enchanting that someone posts signs on your street in order to see you again? Are any of you NOT swooning right now? And if you ARE a dude- take note! This is the knee-buckling kind of romance that makes girls lose their MINDS.

Katie, whoever you are, I hope you see this, and I hope you call him.  Know that things like this don’t happen all the time and that there aren’t a bevy of men out there who would do something as sweet and romantic as this. And girl, if you don’t call him, I’m gonna bet about 100 Boston women reading this blog will. Including married ones (ahem!). :)

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This Emotional Life

Tuesday, January 26th, 2010

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While this is primarily a style blog, I do like to use it as a way to share with you pretty much anything that captivates me.  Last night I stayed up way past my bedtime totally engrossed in a PBS special series called This Emotional Life. It’s hosted by author Daniel Gilbert, who wrote Stumbling on Happiness (which has been collecting dust on my bookshelf for a couple years after my first attempt to read it) and delves deep into the age old question “what IS happiness?” from many perspectives the world over .  Being someone who is totally intrigued by the human condition, psychology and the magnanimous idea of “happiness”, this series was a revelation. I only saw part three, but from only that I took away so much.  There were several incredibly poignant stories, but one that really struck a nerve and got me thinking was that of Clark’s Botanicals founder Francesco Clark. I’ve seen the Clark’s Cellular Lifting and Youth Serums featured in dozens of fashion magazines and to be honest, I was simply enamored with their packaging, not knowing the story behind the product.

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Turns out this is no $350 beauty serum with only science behind it. This is a product birthed from tragedy, resilience and pure courage. You can hear a bit about Francesco’s story here and on their website, but I highly recommend you watch this series if you can. His attitude towards his injury and the life it has given him will bring tears to your eyes.  It made me re-evaluate how I treat every day of my life and my need to set the intention every morning to be grateful for everything I have. I think it’s an important thing to be reminded of and something we forget about when we get caught up in the messiness of everyday life. Like this morning, for example, I get up to find my coffee machine is broken. So not a big deal in scheme of things, right? I typically would have had a toddler-like, WTF-filled meltdown on the kitchen floor without my morning caffeine fix, but instead I chose to sit down, write this, get an early start to my day and stop for a yummy Starbucks on my way to my morning meeting instead. It’s small, but that’s what it’s about. Taking small steps to encourage growth within yourself to develop a better, more grateful, calmer version of who you are.

Hope some of you found this interesting, I promise to get back to style tomorrow. :)

I Bow Down.

Saturday, January 16th, 2010

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**WARNING:  I am going to indulge myself with this hideously verbose weekend mind-dump. My apologies if you glaze over after two paragraphs.

Last night I went to hear Elizabeth Gilbert speak at Harvard and I’m still trying to sort through the experience.  The excitement of seeing her in person is probably the equivalent of what it might be like for most people to meet their favorite movie star. She is at once modest, hilariously funny, quick witted, brutally honest and clearly meant to be my BFF. I don’t mean to be all “single white female” about it, but I would probably sell my firstborn to have dinner with this woman.  There is such a joyful truth in not only her writing, but her presence as well, that one can’t help but be enchanted.

Eat, Pray Love seems to divide people into two groups- those who loved it (and I mean LOVED it) and those who found it to be self-indulgent. I clearly fall into the former category. No wait, that doesn’t even begin to describe my feelings about it. I am like the crazy annoying captain of the varsity Eat, Pray, Love Cheer Squad. Pom poms shaking, cartwheels, back flips and all. When I read it for the first time I had a truly visceral experience. I had never felt so personally connected, so deeply understood -as a writer, a woman, a reader- in my life. Maybe that sounds crazy to you, but it’s the honest truth. And honesty is the name of the game with Gilbert.  I could not believe how exposed she made herself, and in such a laugh out loud way, which only makes her more charming. For those who felt her year long journey of self discovery was self absorbed, I counter by saying that I believe that it was painful, honest and brave.  I think, in a way, taking that trip was a very responsible thing for her to do.  Instead of jumping into another relationship with the wounds from her previous one still raw and bleeding, she would have not only hurt herself but also the next person she decided to share her life with.  I think we’ve all done that at some point. And that, I fear, is a bit reckless.  Instead, she stepped away to explore who she was, who she wanted to be and what ideals were important to her- making her a whole, educated and more at peace person in which to share with another. But then to put it all on paper for millions of people to read the world over–my God, that is just ballsy. When I write personal pieces I am always overwhelmed by that inner voice saying things like “What will people think? What if they you offend someone? What if you hurt someone’s feelings?” So for me, what she admits to is admirable and, for a lack of better word, just plain cool. She unearthed and shared the most treacherous parts of her internal landscape without those concerns about popular opinion or discretion, and I think that also made some people feel uncomfortable.  Not everyone will admit or acknowledge the ugliness that resides in all of us.  No one is a perfect moral compass or flawless master of human relations.  I find those parts of people to be the most interesting, as I believe Gilbert does, but I do believe that it unnerves many who aren’t ready and willing to take the bad with the good and see it all as part of this beautiful mess we call life.

With the passion I felt for EPL, I waited with bated breath for the follow up, which took forever.  I felt a mixture of apprehension and delight when I picked it up at the bookstore. The preface made my heart swell again for Gilbert- with her admission that she was terrified to write another book after the massive success of EPL.  I can’t imagine  the pressure a blockbuster best-seller that people felt to be “life changing” would put on a writer sitting in front of the blank page.  I, as a reader, felt the same. I knew that she’d never be able to duplicate what she crafted with EPL and I knew deep down I would probably be let down.  Having both admitted that to each other (in my head-again, I sound crazy), I dove in. And I hate to say it, I was let down.

The personal anecdotes and voice I loved so much in EPL were sadly scarce in Committed. There are chapters in which it would appear briefly, like a buried treasure, stuck in between a pretty dry historical and global history of marriage. I find the human condition, and particularly relationships, to be endlessly fascinating.  As I get older and gather more experience I only become more intrigued by what it is that makes us tick and do the things we do and how our emotions drive our decisions-logical or not.  However, the reason I love Gilbert so much is for her wonderfully familiar voice and casual writing style which makes you want to exclaim “OMG! Exactly! Me too!” Instead of feeling talked to, you feel she is conversing with you.  In this book though I did not feel that way as much. One exception was when she listed her worst faults in one chapter. She wrote them down as a way to alert her boyfriend/fiancee about her most unflattering characteristics, protecting herself with a kind of “don’t say I didn’t warn you” insurance policy. That made me laugh, especially as I listed my own faults in my head simultaneously and felt a bit horrified at the thought of presenting them to someone BEFORE marrying them! I seem to operate on more of a “sneak attack” method, I think, allowing myself to seem totally together and then -SURPRISE- I’m actually a totally insecure person who leaves piles of clothes all over the house. I also really appreciated her honesty about her lack of desire to have children, a very unpopular opinion for women in their 30’s in the US. It’s almost an insult to people to hear that woman does NOT want to have a laughing, gurgling little one strapped to her and I commend her for totally owning that decision and being okay with it.  Same with her feelings about not wanting to ever get married again. Her exploration of those choices IS interesting, but I did feel a bit of a disconnect this time around. As if there was more she wanted to say but didn’t want to typecast herself as a gut-spilling, emotionally confused person.

So when I was driving over to see her speak last night I was a bit uncertain. But the second she took the podium and cracked some clever jokes I immediately recognized that voice again. In person she is as good as the best stand up comedian I have ever seen but also thoughtful and smart as a whip.  She is an educated, graceful person who speaks both eloquently but also isn’t afraid to drop the f-bomb while speaking in a friggin’ CHURCH.  And when asked by an audience member what her advice was for aspiring writers, she bluntly advised avoiding all masters in creative writing programs to a somewhat shocked audience. Let me remind you, this was being held AT HARVARD. I almost died laughing knowing that half the people in that room (or more) were probably currently enrolled in such a program. Or even better, taught a program like that. But her explanation was spot on. She said writing is not a trade. You can’t graduate and go the the “Creative Writing Factory” and get a job. This is something that until 50 years ago was never taught and the worst thing you can do for your creativity is go into debt, which most people getting advanced degrees do.  This reminded me about the best advice my dad gave me when I was thinking about getting my masters in design- he told me it was a waste of time and money. He said (to the effect of) “either you have it or you don’t honey. You can’t teach how to have a good eye. You have it, so go use it”. Gilbert jovially apologized for offending anyone, but she said “you asked for MY opinion and that’s what it is”. Owning her voice completely, she did not care who turned up their nose or scoffed. For someone who weighs others opinions too heavily, I want to try to integrate some of that attitude in my own life. She continued to present these belly-laugh inducing gems that made us all turn to each other and say “isn’t she just AWESOME??”

I am so immensely glad I got the opportunity to hear her speak. I am more inspired this morning to write than I have been in ages. If you loved any of her books I highly recommend checking her site for her future book tour dates and taking time to go.  You won’t regret it.

Perspective.

Friday, January 15th, 2010

It’s so easy to lose perspective in this modern world of ours. I am admittedly terrible about keeping my bearings when stressful situations arise. This week there were many for me, but watching this just made me sit back and think about what it means to be grateful and humble. This, my friends, is what courage looks like.

And if you have not done it yet, save the $5 you were going to spend on that half-cafe venti soy latte and text “Yele” to 501501 to donate that small amount to helping those in Haiti. Or perhaps stop over Jessica’s blog and check out the Valentines day print by artist Claudia Pearson that is being sold with 25% of profits going to Yele Haiti.

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2010…

Friday, January 1st, 2010

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Welcome to 2010 everyone! The past year has been an incredible adventure for me both personally and professionally and as I wake up to a new year I am filled with excitement, hope and yes, a bit of anxiety about whats to come.  There are so many changes on the horizon and while I historically have found that to be really scary, I am choosing to try to remain in the moment and trust that everything is happening for a reason!

In looking back at my 2009 resolutions I accomplished a few of them- establishing a consistent yoga practice, working hard, writing more and going to Paris. I did not simplify my life (in fact I think I made it more complicated), get myself organized (made more of a mess) and I still worry WAY too much, but those are resolutions that will probably be roll overs every year for some time! This year I want to continue to work on those things consistently, but mostly I want to focus on using my energy on enjoying the good things in my life- work, the people I care about, my creative ventures and good health.  No resolutions to become a vegetarian, drink more water, learn to speak French, write a novel or get ripped abs. It’s my first attempt to simplify my life- deleting the 32 somewhat petty resolutions I wrote last week and edit my goals down to a quality few things.  I’d love to hear what you have decided to work on this year…?

The wonderful feeling of getting to start anew today gives me free reign to imbibe in my never ending obsession with inspirational quotes. I absolutely love Quotables cards and so I pulled some of my favorites to hopefully inspire you a smidge today (unless you are really hungover and cursing the world right now. In that case the only thing that can inspire you is probably a bacon egg and cheese sandwich and some Pepto)

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I hope you all had a wonderful night and wish you only the best of everything in the new year.  Having you all here reading everyday is the happiest part of what I do. Thank you so much, I am so grateful to get to have this be my “job”!

xoxo,

Erin

Tights Are NOT Pants.

Thursday, November 12th, 2009

OK, this has to be said (and I’ve said it via Facebook before).

Ladies, tights do not qualify as pants. Even if you are Sienna Miller.

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Please, PLEASE only wear them under dresses and skirts that cover your butt. Also, if you are going to rock some leggings, make sure they aren’t see through so that everyone can see the stripes of your Victoria’s Secret underwear through them (or worse). I have seen so many young girls walking around downtown this way this fall and I feel such embarrassment for them and wonder if they perhaps do not own a floor length mirror? It is unflattering and obscene and it need to STOP.

Spread the word.  There is even a website devoted to this cause! I am so tempted to print out the flyers and put them all over Newbury Street!

The Sling That Launches 1,000 Questions.

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

Today is an edition of “Deep Thoughts by Erin”- with a smidge of design on the side:

I was out shopping for baby gifts last weekend (as many, many have graced the Gates family in the last 2 months). I was perusing Lester Harry’s, a very lovely but VERY pricey baby boutique (cue Andrew yelling from across the store “This baby shirt is $95 bucks!!!What the f*ck??) when I saw it. The Serena and Lily embroidered baby sling that makes my tummy do flip flops of joy. I have coveted it before online, but had not seen it in person yet. I picked it up and inspected the lovely detailing and then actually, to my horror, held it up to myself. “Trying it on”, if you will. I looked at Andrew and said “I think I might buy it”– he assumed I meant as a gift for one of the baby momma’s, but no, I meant for a very un-pregnant me.
My reasoning being that what if they don’t make this particularly fabulous sling when I am actually pregnant? How upset would I be knowing that it existed and I hadn’t bought it? I was trying to avoid future buyers remorse, but is it creepy (and bad luck) to buy a baby item when you don’t, in fact, have a baby…or even know when you might want to have one? Looking at that sling brought up lot of questions for me: am I ready? Will I ever be ready? Do I even really want a baby or do I just want this stupid sling (which could be refashioned for carrying one of my dogs I suppose- granted they’d have to be heavily drugged to allow this)?
I think a lot of women my age face these questions with their 30th birthdays looming on the calendar. And it’s especially present in my life when I spend a lot of time oogling adorable baby things for the blog, designing nurseries, working mostly with hip, young moms (and having friends who all are becoming hip, young moms too). I see posts like Erika’s about her “bring you to tears it’s so gorgeous” nursery she’s designed (blew the one I designed outta the water) for her little one on the way and start craving to design my own. Look at this space- Oscar de la Renta fabric, drapes with coral and white stripes on the bias for trim, antique chandelier and a GOLD crib? This kid is going to have the most impeccable taste if this is how she starts her life!


Erika’s sister Darby is like SuperMom meets Martha Stewart and her blog is something I love to read- with all their crafts and sticky fingers and cute adventures (and if my kids are even half as cute as hers I will be thankful) and yet she still has time to creatively redo her bathroom (love this before and after) and make her own baby clothes and accessories and then blog tutorials about them! If she can do it all, can’t I? (Booming voice in my hed: NO!)

I’ve mysteriously also gotten hooked on the mega-mommy blog Dooce (for it’s hysterically honest writing) and even oogled her nursery in which she used the awesome Julia Rothman wallpaper I posted about months ago! All of the sudden I am hit with more pangs of “buy that for the fictitious nursery- just in case!”

What is my deal? Why am I now subconsciously dipping my toe in the waters of mommyhood when I don’t even know if I can handle it? There’s so much I still want to do with my business and my life (Paris will be checked off the list soon, though) and I just feel like I can’t do all that with a kid. Andrew is itching to expand the family and will be a ridiculously good dad (don’t even get me started on how badly my mom wants be be a “Nana”) but I am hesitant still- except for all these little “signs”, if that’s what they are. Or maybe I just really love designing nurseries?

In conclusion, I did not buy the sling. I think I have some time…

But what do you think? How did you know you wanted your life to change in this major way? And can you ever be 100% ready for it? And how annoying is this post?
Thanks for listening. :)

Escapism, Mexico Style

Thursday, March 12th, 2009

It’s been a gloomy, damp week here in Boston and I am FED UP, I tell you. Every February/March I go on a “why the hell do I CHOOSE to live here??” tirade (super fun for Andrew to listen to annually) and imagine life in sunnier, warmer climates. Alas, I am a New Englander born and bred and this comes with the territory- we bitch and moan but never, ever leave. As Linda Richmond would say “discuss”

If only the economy wasn’t in the crapper I might be able to take a short break from all this doom and gloom and run off to one of my top “places I want to go”,Las Ventanas al Paraiso.
I’ve been drooling over this place for years- the whitewashed exteriors, thatched roofs, clustered tin star chandeliers… *le sigh*


Even the tablecloths are mexican chic- recognize them ? Domino would approve, may she rest in peace…


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Love the headboard (same shape as this Adler number, no?) and the simple, antiqued, authentic look of the rooms.



The blue and white vase reminds me of M. Weinrib’s Amagansett pattern…

They even set up doggy cabanas next to your lounger by the pool- and offer doggy spa services (that guy must be like “Really? Is this my job?”) Baxter and Ollie would be in heaven (and so would their mommy, as she sips fine tequila in the sun…)

Calgon, take me away….

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