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.
When my husband and I met, he was still working at NASA (he literally used to train astronauts at NASA’s NBL – soooo he’s kinda a big deal, but he’d never tell you that ;), and I never dreamt we’d have the chance to pass on his love of space to our son someday. But it’s like that passion was passed down in his genes, which has been so special since moving back home to Houston and living just five minutes from NASA. In fact, we were just talking the other day about the wonderful irony of us ending up buying our first home back in Clear Lake, after living in NYC, LA and traveling all around the world. Funny how life comes full circle sometimes.
This past weekend I was so excited to celebrate our little lady’s upcoming arrival with friends and family at our baby sprinkle. My sweet neighbor and friend hosted the “desert-themed party w/ a southern twist” as I like to call it, with all my favorite tex-mex cravings (I’m still dreaming about the queso :). It was so special to be back in Texas and be surrounded with so many dear friends, both old and new, along with all their moms – who basically helped raise me. Grant’s mom, two sisters and niece all came, who I can’t imagine life without. And of course my mom and her best friend who were so kind to think of Garrett and bring him his own “Big Brother” party hat and more Hot Wheels to add to his already growing stock. Hope you enjoy the photos that my resident blog photographer and friend at Marlo Carroll Photography took of the festivities.
“Three’s a charm,” “Good things come in threes,” and “The Holy Trinity” all symbolize something I am starting to put a lot of stock in. The number three may just be my lucky number. I mean, if last “leap year” alone isn’t proof, I don’t know what is. Grant started a new job, we closed on our first house, and found out we were expecting our second child – all literally within three weeks of each other. Then, in the just the past three months, my blog baby went from my little fledgling project to being inundated with brand collab opportunities that has me in a position I never thought would come. A place where I can finally turn something I’ve been so utterly passionate about into a real business where I’m in control of my own success or failure.
What a week! Our family got hit hard with the stomach flu (sans mom, phew, and because who else is gonna take care of everybody??). Fortunately we are on the mend, but our dryer literally went kaput from me forcing it to do laundry for 6 days straight (so much poo…sorry, tmi).
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.
I’m trying out a new post I’d like to call “My Week in Style.” Inspired by my morning ritual of browsing my closet to find the just right/perfect outfit that fits both my mood and the day ahead of me.
I’ve found that choosing one article of clothing – whether a top or bottom, jeans or a blazer, dress or a skirt – is the easiest way to start the styling process. I also picked up a habit of hanging multiple looks from one hanger to help visualize the outfit. That is, until one night I left one too many hangers dangling, and they all came crashing down – which equaled waking up convinced a 3.0 earthquake just occurred inside our bedroom.
This little incident had me heading to the one place anyone goes for hardware…Anthropologie, naturally. Not that I’m above Home Depot, but over the years I’ve developed a mini love affair with Anthropologie’s kitchen knobs, handles, hooks – you name it. So when my eye spied these Soda Fountain Hooks, I knew they’d do just the trick.
Now if I could only get to work on time…
Denim Jacket: Old Navy. Dress: From a boutique in NYC, so long ago – wish I could remember. Sunglasses: Old Navy. Black Leather Wrap Bracelet: Brandy Melville. Sandals: Matiko (similar ones here and here).
This past Memorial Day weekend was our 3 year wedding anniversary – but before we could sail down the 5 to San Diego (little joke for anyone who’s taken the 5 on a holiday weekend, or any day of the week for that matter heading south)…I had to tackle what to wear to a day meeting and event at night for the magazine.
In these situations, it’s like a mini style challenge – how to put together an outfit to take you from day to night? Fortunately I had just found an off-white blazer that I’d had feelers out for over the past few weeks, and decided this season’s black and white trend would do the trick.
Blazer: Anat B. Beverly Hills boutique (comes in multiple colors). Pants: Calvin Klein. Blouse: Old Navy (this chiffon top would also be cute). Sandals: Halogen (love these Zara versions here and here). Jewelry: Jewelmint ring, Michael Kors watch, Ron Herman studded bracelet
Needless to say, Grant and I couldn’t help ourselves from quoting Anchorman all the way to San Diego – our favorite being Ron Burgundy’s infamous made up meaning of San Diego, as that of a particular “body part” of a female ocean mammal…Here are just a few photos from our last day spent on the beautiful Coronado Island.
you stay classy San Diego
One for the Road
I often get asked by friends what other shoes, or accessories they can pair with an outfit for a different look – my typical advice is to try some cork wedges in place of heels or a military jacket to keep it casual and bring out earth tones in a pattern.
Well, I decided to take my own advice and chose this great new light weight sweater I just bought from H&M, and my spring staple red jeans to create three different looks. Of course, could you blame a girl for channeling a little inspiration from a reproduction of a 1965 Shelby Cobra – the car Grant built with his dad…style comes in many forms my friend.
My first foray into mixing stripes and animal prints turned out to be surprisingly less painful than I thought. I love the way the leopard print adds a whole other level of chic to this outfit, and turned out to be perfectly workday worthy. These Jeffrey Campbell’s are a gem that I found at the LF store in SoHo a few years back during their 60% off once a year sale – truth be told that’s the only time I can shop there and still leave with a clear conscience…
These last few pictures were just for fun, but goes to show that a few key pieces can transform a look from dressy to laid back in minutes. I was on the hunt for a jean jacket, and after strolling the Camarillo Outlets for a solid day – I ended up coming back and finding one 5 min. down the road at the Beverly Connection. This one’s the perfect shade and fitted, so it actually looks flattering rather than boxy.