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.
Last week I had started a draft for this blog post with a working title of “Happy Place.” Except a lot’s happened between now and then. As I laid awake after a much needed cry fest last night, the only thing I could think of was that it was time for me to “get real.” Too often we feel the pressures of putting on that happy face, even though we know well and good we are holding back tears or anxieties that eventually come to a head when we’re least expecting it. Last night was one of those times. I was preparing to give my son a bath just like any other night, but this night he insisted on having a “boo boo” that was going to hurt if he put his foot in the water. Oh dear. So for a solid five minutes (felt like 30) I tried every bribe in the book, until tears ensued and dad walked in asking buddy what’s wrong. To which I went off on a lightening speed explanation on why I’m so frustrated after trying to negotiate with a toddler for ten minutes, which results in said dad backing out of the bathroom slowly, very slowly.
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.