Friday, August 28, 2009

garter belts

cheesy, soft-porn shot aside, i've been wondering about garter belts lately. when i was in paris, my tres chic friend whose been living there told me about the little shop where she buys lingerie and pretty underthings, which are, of course, a MUST in france. garters, too, apparently. i agree that stockings are awful, oppressive. just consider the language: crotch control/control top. who thinks of that? phyllis schlafly? but garters? liberation, mesdames! then the other day, i saw these in the shop window at vicki's secret. (somehow not quite as nice, or as liberating, as the ones in paris.) neverthless, i'm hooked. have spent two days channeling my inner french woman -- elegant, mature, worldly, sizzing hot, not tarty -- so i'm mentally ready to actually buy some. am i nuts? do you ladies wear them? i mean really wear them, in the daytime, under suits, not just at night when you're showing off for someone special. and if so: how to pull off smoldering chic, not trashy? would toting around dog-earned copies of colette and sartre help? if any french women are out there, spill the beans. i gotta know.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

window of the day

love the pots hanging in front of the window. they remind me of notes on a scale.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

dreaming about...

this vacation house in tuscany that's for rent by the week. five bedrooms, pool, and close to siena, florence and monteriggioni, which i don't know but sounds deee-vine! rental also can include cooking lessons! oh my!

Monday, August 24, 2009

mantle inspiration


one more for today...love, love, love the photos over the mantle! the lavendar-white walls rock, too.

what's love? questions from a 10-year-old


my friend kim took her son, whose about 10, to see the movie A.I. , and he asked her if robots could be programmed to feel love. it got her thinking about love: is it unconditional and should it be? is forgiveness part of love? how much do you forgive; is there a line? is its opposite indifference? these are such great questions! what do you think?

Saturday, August 22, 2009

wheels!



so yesterday started to look for a newish car (slightly used) to replace the death-on-wheels machine i've been tooling around in. so many choices, and it's tough not to get caught up in the whole sales/image thing. a station wagon makes sense, but i balk about being "the suburban mom." in my mind i see myself in a mini cooper (how to cram two kids and one 72-pound black lab is another matter), a pickup truck (heading "West" with nothing but open skies), or a snazzy sports car. strange how our material possessions reflect our personalities, or what we want to convey about ourselves. how to resist it?

Friday, August 21, 2009

free time




my husband and children have been away for the week. when they pulled out of the driveway i burst into tears, missing them. but confession: after a day, i grew quite used to having the house to myself and the dog. without having to make meals/do laundry/manage kids, i've had tons of time for myself. it's been interesting to see what i've done. instead of rushing off to a zillion art galleries or repainting the kitchen (much less cleaning it) as i thought i might, i've been reading a lot (finally finished anna karenina!), seeing friends, going on bike rides, making yummy suppers i've actually eaten slowly and savored. nothing earth-shattering, but living more deliberatly like this makes me feel lighter and more creative. my challenge is to find that mental real estate when everyone returns tomorrow, full of stories and bags brimming with laundry. how do you carve out time for yourself? do you feel guilty about it?

Thursday, August 20, 2009

crazy acts of boundless compassion


my friend amy just told me an amazing story. she was walking by the east river last weekend when she spotted a cormorant with fishing line tied around its neck. the bird was in great distress. the next thing you know, amy's tracked down a kayak and paddled out with an old knife to free the bird. what makes this story even more amazing is that amy doesn't know how to swim, and the east river has some of the deadliest and strongest currents around. but she went anyway. people were yelling to her from a bridge, the cormorant got under the kayak, but she prevailed and got the string loose. it's completley crazy and irresponsible...but also so admirable. i wonder, what impetuous, out-of-this-world acts have people done to help someone or something?

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

feelin' pretty


confession: i want to feel a little more glam these days. lipstick always helps, but for me, confidence and the feeling of being completely and totally loved by the right person reign supreme in terms of feeling and projecting gorgeous.
what makes you feel pretty?

Friday, August 14, 2009

feast your eyes



don't you think? from lobster and swan.

hat trick

as in, "why don't you take your hat off and stay awhile?" loving the hat rack over the bed.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

lucy


lucy is a black lab/chow mix i adopted from a shelter 12 years ago when i was single in new york and sharing a cramped rental apartment with my airline stewardess roommate. needless to say, she and i (lucy, not the roommate) have been through a lot together. when i got her, i gave her a ross perot chew toy (he was running for office). fast forward: the two of us are now five, if you include husband and two kids. (that's a photo of lucy pre-wedding, which she was in.) we live in in our own home in connecticut. she and i watched obama give his acceptance speech the night he was elected. and, you got it, we're both getting older, a fact i've studiously ignored, until this week. lucy has started to limp and move very slowly, so today, i took her to the vet for x-rays to find out if she's got a fracture or injury of if it's just old-age setting in. needless to say, i'm incredibly sad because i never believed she'd be anything other than a puppy. i'll pick her up after work, and she'll ride next to me on the front seat of the car, like she always loves to do. maybe we'll take a (slow) walk in the dog park in westport, followed by a trip with the kids to get an ice cream. at 12, she's entitled to a little mint chip every now and then, don 't you think?

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

the tooth fairy! (and other rites of passage)

my oldest son lost his first tooth last night! realize this isn't big news to those of you without kids, or those of you who've been through this with your own, but i am blown away. yes, i knew the tooth was coming out. it's been wiggling and twisting in his mouth like a kid on a church pew for days now. but it seems like just yesterday that his first tooth was growing in. anyway, he carefully left the tooth in a "tooth fairy bag" (photo coming soon) that my mom made for him, with a note: "dear tooth fairy, can i keep my first tooth? love, william" and it worked! good old t.f. left the tooth, a morgan dollar, and a note to keep brushing.

another milestone reminding me how fast life is, how we must cherish every day, and mark special milestones with rites of passage, which seem all-too-few in our culture. (maybe it's time to start a few new ones in our family?) but most of all, william's lost tooth reminded me of how good it feels to believe in the possibility of the tooth fairy. and dreams.

Monday, August 10, 2009

what i'm reading


somehow i never read anna karenina before so i made it my summer project and am almost done. i have to say, it's been a huge surprise: i was expecting a big Love Story, based on the hype. but it's not at all. it's about divorce, the fragility of marriage, the hardships of motherhood, and reality eroding dreams. (it's about other stuff, too: faith, politics, etc.) it's surprisingly modern and rich. makes me wish i had taken a seminar on it in college.

Friday, August 7, 2009

Thursday, August 6, 2009

pasta salad for toni


do you remember how satisfying it was when you started to cook on your own? my mom let my sister and me "experiment" in the kitchen when we were really young. (i've still got the photo of us covered in flour at ages 3 and 5.) now my 13-year-old niece, toni, needs to bring a pasta salad to a picnic. here's one that might work:

1 cup fusilli
2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil
2 tablespoons lemon juice
1 teaspoon kosher salt or sel de mer
1/2 teaspoon mustard
1 cup of diced mortadella/salami
1 cup diced tomatoes or cherry tomatoes cut in half
1/2 cup chopped parsley leaves
1/3 cup fresh grated Parmesan
freshly ground pepper to taste
cook pasta and drain. let cool. mix oil, lemon juice, salt and mustard then pour "dressing" over pasta and other ingredients. enjoy (but save room for dessert)!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

are stores the new museums?





i've long wondered if stores have become our new museums. is fashion just moveable sculpture? then i read michael kimmelman's thoughtful piece, "how we look at art," in yesterday's new york times. "almost nobody, over the course of that hour or two, paused before any object for as long as a full minute," he writes, noting that in the old days, people digested art slowly. really looked at what they were seeing. today, kimmelman writes, we capture art on the fly, in bits and bytes, on cell phones and digital photos, but don't bother to see it properly. but i wonder if we've become more attuned to looking at stores, to design and fashion, which seem to promise an immediate connection to and reflection of our lives (even if it's aspirational). looking at photos of the british museum and the louis vuitton store display, it's hard to tell commerce from art apart. interesting that the baby "remembers" how to devour art (literally!) in a way kimmelman writes about.