I would have posted this sooner, but it’s taken me some time to gather my thoughts after the tragedy in Vegas. When I was single (or just prior to starting a family), things like this would happen in the world, your mind tells you how horrible it is, and you react like any compassionate person would. But it’s like the minute you have a baby, you no longer think with your head. In fact, it’s as if all of the world’s emotions get sucked into your heart and BAM – you’re a mom. You no longer just fear for yourself, you fear for these innocent little people who you created, and your mission in life is to protect that innocence for all it’s worth. But the duality is that you still have that logical pre-mommy side of your brain telling you that it’s impossible. That they will get to an age where they will become aware of the bad things that happen around them, outside of this parental bubble you’ve created, and you come to grips that this “age of innocence” is over. You accept your job as parents to raise them to be good people who fight for what’s right. Period.
Dear Judgy Mom at the park this morning,
I can see my son just offended you, and I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that my son, who just turned three less than a month ago, and who you undoubtedly took one look at and mistakenly took him for a five year old, didn’t live up to your high standards. Because here’s the thing – he does look five. At first glance, if I were you, I too would have scoffed at his behavior – running up and pushing aside your son who had at least four years on him and who he thought was done on the swing set. And I’ve been known to tell a kid (much, much older than Garrett) to let him have his turn, but minus the incredibly rude tone saying that “my son was playing there first.” And as you sat in the only other swing (as an adult), I’m sorry I didn’t thank you profusely for reluctantly getting up to let my son swing – because we all know how put out we feel to give up something to a child.
NEWS FLASH: I turned 35 this week. It felt just like any other birthday, with the exception of one thing – it was one of those “mid” birthdays. Remember the first time you had to refer to yourself as “mid-twenties,” and you realized all those life expectations you set for yourself in your younger years were like one big fat joke played on you by the universe? Saying things like, “I’m totally gonna be married with a kid by the time I’m 25” or “I’m gonna live in a big house with two dogs and an awesome car.” But that’s the beauty of young naivety – you can dream about these things and no one will fault you for it. In fact, your parents even condone it all the while secretly knowing that life is a heck of a lot more unpredictable than you can explain to a teenager.
Everyone’s heard the saying “imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.” I for one, have played that over and over again in my head ever since I was a young girl first exploring my sense of style – wondering how guilty I should feel going and buying that shirt or shoes that I spotted on a (seemingly much cooler) girl at school.
Fast forward 20 years, and I still do it today. The difference is, with the widespread popularity of style bloggers and fashion-centric social media sites (I’m looking at you, Pinterest), it’s far more socially acceptable. In fact, it’s customary and down-right necessary to turn to those whose style you admire as a way to even make it out of your closet in the morning. So alas my friends, I have learned to embrace the notion of imitation as a form of flattery, and I am here to tell you – it’s ok, don’t beat yourself up. We all do it.
I’m starting a new post where I rank my top 5 pins from Pinterest for the week, and show you how to make Pinterest work for you – whether it’s to help you get out of that style rut, or just some fun hair and beauty tips to try when you’re sick of the same old look.
This week, I found myself needing some style inspiration of my own, and Pinterest is hands down my go-to source to awaken my inner stylist. When I came across this white on white look complimented by a chic camel blazer, I knew I had to try it. Now, some might think a style rut calls for a full on shopping excursion, but that’s the beauty of styling and happens to be my one golden rule – use what you have first.
No I’m not talking about the Camp Beverly Hills pop culture phenomenon of the ’80s (although I kinda wanna bring those tees back – google it). I’m referring to the 2-week RV driving, kayak riding, cabin in the middle of the mountains, vacation I just took with my husband and our 9 month old little boy.
Every 4th of July, members of the Murray family from all over the country descend on Dun Rovin – the peaceful cabin nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia along Craig Creek. So naturally the LA Murray’s followed suit and ditched our Beverly Hills duds for a more rustic wardrobe that would bring out the happy camper in anyone.
A week ago I set out on the perilous, and at times tedious, hunt for the great white…t-shirt that is. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about shopping – it’s always when you’re looking for a certain piece of clothing, that it’s nowhere to be found (amirite?). Luckily I’ve perfected the art of the “power shop”, with the arrival of my son Garrett, and set out like a woman on a mission.
My mission was simple (and I chose to accept) – locate a single destination where you can hit up at least 4 stores (3 is too little and 5 is overwhelming). Fortunately, living on the Westside of LA has its perks where you can choose from Beverly Center/Beverly Connection, Westfield Century City, The Grove, and Santa Monica Place/3rd Street Promenade. On this particular day, I chose to power up for my shopping trip by lounging on the beach before hitting up the stretch of stores along the Promenade.
This Sunday, after we realized that a trip to the beach just wasn’t in the cards, I tried my hand at helping Grant find a custom tailored dress shirt with a “real man’s collar” (I learned, that apparently there’s an over-abundance of wimpy ones out there, and it needs to be put to an end). So we hit up the usual shopping spots along the Santa Monica promenade, but alas, the search continues…
Now onto this little denim and lace ensemble. I’m a true believer that every woman needs that go-to accessory that can punch up a look – no matter how basic or casual. In guy terms, it’s typically a watch referred to as “the heavy-hitter” – for me, it’s my Pam Hiran beaded necklace. Mind you, I spotted it at Anthropologie months ago – but like many women before me, I waited for it to go on sale. Needless to say I obsessed over it in the coming weeks (naturally because I couldn’t find it at any Anthropologie within a 10 mile radius – believe me, I looked), and it wasn’t until I put my keen online shopping skills to good use, that I managed to snag what seemed to be the last living one on earth!
So bear with me if it makes an appearance in more than one post – a girl’s got the right to flaunt, right?
Denim Shirt: The Gap (Madewell’s ex-boyfriend shirt is identical). Lace Mini Skirt: Zara. Platform Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell (Urban Outfitters carries these and these). Necklace: Pam Hiran (feast your eyes on these Anthropologie statement necklaces). Nail Polish: Essie A Crewed Interest. Hawaiian Abalone Shell Cuff: Gift from my grandma. Friendship Bracelets: Target. Gold Ring & Chain Bracelet: So Good Jewelry in San Diego.