• Family Matters,  Niece-com-poops,  place holder posts,  Slow Living

    Bean Time


    I’m popping in to say I’ve been a little busy! My niece Amber, aka Rapunzel, has been staying with us, and her little girl, “Bean” is taking up all my time. I say that in the best way BECAUSESHE’SSOOOOOOOCUTE!!!!! but I’d be lying if I didn’t also mention that it’s making it hard to stick to a work schedule, which I desperately need to do to keep us all afloat.

    So this post will be about Bean time. We’re going to call her Bean. Not because we’re worried about her privacy so much but because we’ve learned it can be kind of a drag to grow up and suddenly have all your friends in high school google you and find a zillion blog posts about you. Will that be a thing still in the future? Who knows. Maybe it will be clout. Could go either way.

    Anway let’s talk about Bean!!


    She is two and absolutely adorable. I’ve been missing little Bug for so long and now it’s like I get to do little Bug things all over again. Storytime!


    Mall time! And falling asleep in the stroller time before we got a regular nap routine down…


    Lots and lots and lots of pool time. I am so glad my apartment complex has a really nice pool because this kid is a water bug! She loves the water so much and will just throw herself into it without any fear. We are quickly trying to teach her how to swim because if we don’t keep hawk eyes on her she is in there splashing around. Maybe she’ll be a swimmer when she grows up. If you say anything near the word “pool” or “water” at any time of the day she’s off looking for her bathing suit and trying to walk out the door. It is a concern. But I’m happy to say she’s getting pretty close. She already likes to dunk her head and knows how to hold her breath. We’re just trying to teach her how to float now.


    Of course, we’ve had lots of cardboard forts and naptime crashes.


    And eating…it’s fun to have a big family again to sit down at the table and really enjoy time together. This kid can eat.


    Rapunzel time! I am so glad to be connecting with Rapunzel. Lots of years have gone by when I haven’t been able to be there for her in the way I wanted to be so I’m trying my best to make it up to her. Since she’ll be here a while we are both trying to create routines and quiet time so that we can stay on best of terms for however long this living arrangement lasts. She’s trying desperately to save up enough money to move out to Iowa with her husband but hard times are hitting everyone and even though he’s found steady work, they haven’t been able to find a place to rent.

    She’s trying out a bunch of crafts and we might open up my etsy shop so she can sell some things for extra walking around money. Stay tuned. If you are looking for early holiday gifts I’m hoping we can come up with something special. She crochets and is learning how to sew but she has pretty bad fibro myalgia so you know how that goes. If you have any special requests, shoot them my way!

    Lots of park time, and sun time…


    It’s been a real blast showing them all the local haunts.


    We hit the fair and that blew Bean’s mind. Fair time with littles is the best.



    So that’s our summer, how’s your’s going?

  • Newsbreaking Hair News,  party party



    It was a blur. A big orange and pink blur of happiness. I turned fifty, invited all my friends and family and I had a fabulous bash! All that preparation and it finally happened.


    First I should start off with the balloons and the party prep at my apartment before the party because how can I not share these adorable photos of my great niece? It’s like having toddler Bug around to photograph all over again. She does not take a bad picture.


    Then let’s talk about the elephant in the room: my haircut. I went big. Yes, I did. I walked into my hairstylist’s salon with a printout of several hairstyles I liked and we picked. One choice was particularly risky. I hemmed and hawed and she got all bubbly and excited and I thought, If I can’t go big at fifty will I ever? So I took a huge risk and hacked all my hair off into a “wolfie” style AKA a mullet. It got kinda scary in the chair, my natural curl kicked in, and the next thing I knew I had a David Bowie wig on my head. My stylist added more product and more product and straightened it with a straightening iron and it just got worse and worse.

    I wasn’t devastated. I’ve had a similar haircut before (when I got married in 1999 and almost left Toby right before we got married… it’s a theme). I know it’s not the end of the world. I just need to remember not to cut layers above my ears because my hair likes to fluff upwards and be free like Marge Simpson’s blue do.

    I left the salon to my stylist’s dismay (poor girl even called me after all worried) and decided I’d sort it out at home. As I was rushing around my house getting all sweaty from running up and down the stairs and carrying various party things in and out, I felt grosser and grosser. The product and sweat were combining into a sticky mess and it was not pretty. Bug said, Just take a shower and style it like you normally would. It’ll be fine.

    Normally I’d love to keep that fresh out-of-the-salon look. That’s why I scheduled a haircut on the day of a party but you know, I live on the edge and I picked a freakishly new and fresh style that is a little too new and fresh for my vibe. So I took another risk and washed all the product out. It was a little better.

    Then I put on tons of retro eye make-up with a bold blue eyeshadow and BAM! All better! Crisis averted!

    I really had no other choice. No time for tears now!


    It’s time to pump it up…. with bubbles!


    And photos! The vector wall is back! I gave it to a friend because it doesn’t fit in my small apartment but she lives close by and I can borrow it whenever I like.


    See what I mean about this girl? Have you ever seen anything cuter? Her mom put some semi-permanent pink dye on her hair and she was so happy. She got to have pink hair just like her grandma. It melted my heart.


    My mom was in charge of making sure everyone was fabulous enough. We packed two vintage suitcases with various scarves and hats and costumes for any guests that might show up looking too ordinary. Nobody did. They got the memo.


    Then we hammed it up like the Instagram stars we are. I jest.


    Do you like this three-person mumu? I found it at a vintage store? It’s so amazing. I’m going to have to take it on a shoot in the desert sometime. It has way too much potential.


    I wanted a fabulous party to take pictures at. When I sat and thought about what I really wanted I waffled between sending myself on a spa trip or hanging with my friends, being fabulous and taking pictures. You know me. I love to art direct beautiful images but of course, I was the hostess with the mostess and I didn’t hire a photographer so I didn’t get the shots I wanted because I was partyzilla with her head cut off.  But I tried!

    Next time: hire a photographer!!


    We did take a lot of pictures. And we definitely had a lot of fun posing for a lot of bad pictures (Not the above…I’m just talking about the 50 or so shots I am not sharing because my double chin decided to steal the show.) A lot of old friends showed up and met my local friends. It was a reunion of All my favorite people together. Of course, a lot of people couldn’t make it but that’s to be expected these days.  Nobody wants to go to a rager super spreader. Not even me.


    We had brendaritas and champagne and nostalgic potluck food from our childhoods. There was jello salad and hotdogs and rice and my favorite three-layer-casserole that my mom makes that instantly takes me back to 1980. It was so fun to have a smorgas board of all our comfort foods and family recipes. Eat and share the memories!


    Posing posing posing… more fun pictures… Look at that vintage crock pot!  I love a theme party and so do my friends.


    The kids even got in on it.


    Then the big cake moment came. I specifically asked Bug to be in charge of the cake. I had an image in my mind of her carrying it all lit with candles and glowing pink. I didn’t count on the kids going in the pool and her showing up dripping wet but you know, we can adapt. I can slide that art director hat off and live in the moment. She was so sweet to lead the singing in a room full of people. I know she was a little shy but she pulled it off with her perfect pitch.

    Then I blew germs all over the cake and we ate it! I’m joking but I do regret blowing on the cake.  We need to come up with a better tradition. Maybe germs are good for us?. The pandemic has me all paranoid. Anyway, it’s been a few days and nobody has come down sick as far as I know so I think we’ll be okay.


    By the time we finished eating cake it was time to clean up and get out. Everybody helped me clean and we locked up without any security guards kicking us out or charging me for the minutes we went past the curfew. Nobody was even there to tell us we were late! I wonder if we could have kept the party going. But you know me, I’m not really a night owl anyway.


    All is well. Hello Fifty.