Julia is six months old and I still can’t believe it. There is no doubt in my mind that being a mother to this awesome baby girl is the best part about life. I might have rolled my eyes at that notion a few years ago, because I felt entirely fulfilled. Now I think I had barely started charting the land and sea of my life. Julia arrived and suddenly my world became a universe—I looked up and saw the stars for the first time. Dazzling, terrifying, and inspiring all at once.
Today we celebrated Julia’s first Easter. It was a perfect day. In her basket she found a soft sheep, a knit chick, a small birdie comfort blanket, bubbles, a Dora the Explorer light up toy, and a set of brightly colored socks. We hunted for easter eggs together but the candy is for mom and dad.
The day could not have been possible without my amazing sister. Hope everyone had a lovely day.
This dress has been sitting in my closet for years begging to be worn again. So I wore this lilac dream to dinner tonight. You know how you can re-read a book or listen to an old song and they seem different because your perspective has changed? The last time I wore the dress I felt pretty. But when I looked in the mirror this evening, I felt powerful. So even though the dress is old, I am new.
Dress: Aqua by Aqua, Shoes: Valentino, Bag: Anthropologie, Lipstick: YSL Forbidden Burgundy
Sweater: MbMJ, Skirt: F21, Sunglasses: here, Shoes: Cole Haan, Bag: Miu Miu
So I wore something besides yoga pants. And my sister was there to snap these pictures for proof. Thanks, Jen! Last year I felt super inspired by the Tory Burch Fall collection and even though it’s Spring, I still love the combo of cute sweaters, form fitting skirts, and spectator pumps.
Funny thing, I ended up converting this Miu Miu bag into a diaper bag. Sometimes I want to use my bag for non-mommy stuff so I pull out diapers and lone baby socks and just laugh to myself. Months ago I had an existential dilemma about choosing a diaper bag. I mean, do I carry my identity in my purse or something?? What is my identity with a big stiff canvas baby bag said to “contain a flap for mom’s necessities so you don’t need a purse” A flap. Do the remnants of my dignity fit in there too, Petunia Pickle Bottom? Just kidding, I want one. These are the sort of things I think about.