Archives for August 2008

Sweet Melancholy

Last night I watched a few old home videos of an infant Ethan and wee Rachel. It feels like yesterday, and at the same time it feels like a lifetime ago that they were so small. Rachel with her funny little English/American hybrid accent and Ethan with so little hair and even fewer teeth. It brought tears to my eyes to remember those sweet, yet oh so difficult days. I miss those years, the ones where I was called “Mummy” and my babies were still babies. The misty morning walks to ballet class topped off with a walk to the High Street bakery for fresh jammy donuts. The late night cuddles and comfort. It is a sweet melancholy this life as a mother.


This and that

Michael and I are coming off a few days together without the kids. They spent two nights at Mom mom and Papa’s house and somehow managed to squeeze in snail catching in the creek, swimming at the pool, and a trip to Dorney Park. Lucky kids, not so lucky grandparents. Hee hee! I certainly admire their fortitude.

While the kids were away, we kept busy too. Dentist, chiropractor, gym. I did manage to squeeze in some shopping at my most favorite store Anthropologie. We topped it off with Mexican food at a local restaurant. Which probably nullified the entire “gym” experience, but it was so worth it.

Last night after dinner Michael moved the TV and DVD player onto the back porch and we watched 21 under the stars with cups of tea and sweatshirts to keep us cozy. (Truth be told, I was the only one in a sweatshirt. Poor M had to wrap himself in pool towels left out to dry on the porch.) It was a wonderful night.

Next week marks the last of summer vacation for us. Michael is taking the week off to hang out around the house and enjoy the last of our time with the kids before school. We’ll see what sort of hijinks we get up to then!

Well, I’m off to enjoy Gilmore girls and a cup of steaming vanilla tea.


Celebrity Schmelebrity

My girlfriends believe that each of us has a look alike celebrity, and it is our job, nay, our duty to help each other discover who that celebrity might be. There is only one rule here, we have the right to reject the proposed celebrity, but once we accept one, that is considered our celebrity for good. I have thoroughly rejected each and every suggestion they have brought forth, most recently the heinous suggestion that it is Katie Holmes. (A lovely and pretty girl I’m sure, however, sporting a terribly unflattering haircut). This suggestion was made by my friend Liz’s husband, who will be forgiven on the grounds that he is male.

My new friend Meg’s husband (God bless him) then made the following comparison:

May you all be considered witnesses to the fact that from this moment onward I wholeheartedly accept Ashley Judd as my look alike celebrity. Never mind the fact that I do not resemble her in any way, and all of you who are related to me may stop snickering. Nevertheless, I will receive this honor and will try to show this comparison the respect it is due. Thank you.


Friday Favorites

When I lived in England, I started collecting old things. My small part of Southwest London was filled with sweet antique shops and quirky second hand stores, where you could find me rummaging at least twice weekly. I learned about car boot sales, and charity shops, and most importantly Lot’s Road Auctions in Chelsea. Michael and I went to London with next to nothing, and came back with an entire houseful of my finds. I LOVED it! I have most of it on display in various corners of my home here in NJ. It’s taken me a while to find a few antique shops here that I like to visit, but the other day I had a bit of free time, and decided to make a quick stop. Here are a few pics of the treasures I found.
I love this lone shoe clip. I placed it on a ribbon around a lamp on my desk. I’m sure the woman who owned this never imagined that it would end up on someone’s lamp someday.

A lovely vintage butter dish. I don’t actually use butter, but on the off chance that I do someday, I’ll be prepared:)

Isn’t this book sweet? It’s called Infelice and was published in 1903. I like to collect old books and display them, and I plan on reading them when I can whittle my own book list down a bit. My idea of heaven is a library filled with old dusty, faded books with crumbling pages, and my idea of the best gift ever would be an early edition of Little Women. I don’t suppose I’m likely to find that in the antique shops I frequent!

I hope to have more treasures to share soon.


Book Love

Books about vampires and such are a bit of a departure from my usual reading selections, but I am absolutely ADDICTED to Stephenie Meyer’s Twilight series.  I just finished Breaking Dawn (the last one) a few days ago, and I am despondent.   This series is top of my list for the most exciting and romantic storytelling I’ve read in ages.


Michael actually went out at midnight to purchase Breaking Dawn because it was released at 12:01 am.  He said he was in line at Borders with a bunch of teenage girls and their mothers wearing “We love Edward” t-shirts.  Can you see it?  Hilarious!   I guess this makes up for the whole, fake snakes in my bed thing.
I suppose I’ll just have to wait for the Twilight movie to come out in December to get my next fix.  I guess it will be me and every teenage girl in America at the theater!