Really interesting new data in this article about the recent rise of ADHD diagnoses…
I lie here on my pink puffy bed in my pink silky pajamas, or pink flannel depending on my mood (the only thing you can bank on is that there will be chocolate smeared somewhere on my attire), with my pink feathered pen, writing my most delicious daydreams. Funny? Sometimes. Scandalous? Hopefully. Inspiring? Perhaps. Full of love? Always.
Welcome to my World.
Oh exhaustion has settled its fuzzy blanket over me. I’m so tired! But I had to write about the latest wonder. We left the house today with the stroller at 10am and returned home at 3:30. We were on an adventure walk, just following our noses. The weather was a perfect 70 degrees–sunny, crisp, gorgeous. We went all the way down to Tchoupitoulas. On the way back, we were walking through the park and Annabelle said, “Mom, there’s a giraffe.”…
I finished another great book today called “Down in New Orleans: Reflections from a Drowned City” by Billy Sothern. I bought it on a whim in the little bookshop on Maple Street. The author was doing a book signing there and I couldn’t very well NOT buy his book. Well, surprise surprise, I loved it. He’s an attorney for people on death row, and and he had such interesting views from the front lines of the poor and disenfranchised. With…
Cameron Silver, icon of the fashion industry, is a delectable delight for Glamour Girls who love personal style with panache. Owner of vintage couture boutique, Decades, Fashion Director of H by Halston, author of a bestselling fashion history book, and a highly-sought-after fashion historian and creative consultant, Cameron has been leading the charge in bringing whimsical glamour back to clothing. If you don’t already own his book: Decades: A Century of Fashion-– buy it! It’s fabulous! Named one of Time Magazine’s…
Henry has become obsessed with our neighbor’s nasty-ass trash cans. Today he toddled over to their yard wearing only a diaper and my cheetah print platform flip-flops and dragged their giant can all the way back to our house. He tried to get it up the stairs on the porch and into the house!! He’s a bunky!! (That’ a bunny and a monkey combo for those of you who don’t know).”Henry! Put that trash can down!” I said. “No, Mama!”…
If I was a Love Goddess, my precious necklace would be made up of a string of magical moments, experiences that I will treasure forever, that can never be taken, lost or stolen, or dropped in the sea…
I just caught myself talking to my sheet. “You are so beautiful,” I whispered as I lovingly tried to fold it. I’ve never quite gotten the hang of folding fitted sheets. They’re very unruly. But this sheet. Oh this sheet. I dreamed of this sheet for years before I bought it today. Linen, real linen. Heirloom linen. In the most divine yeallo. They call it maize; I call it lemon souffle, buttercream, soft sunshine after a wild rain. These Bellanotte…