Kids

Crochet Isn’t Just for Sweaters

After surviving yet another summer, I’m more than ready for that glorious Fall sweater weather. The only problem is that I live in the South, and that crisp air probably won’t be hitting my face until late November (if I’m lucky).

Say My Name, Say My Name

As a certifiable word nerd, I’m not a fan of children’s books that seem to be written by marketers and not authors. While I like a good gimmick as much as the next parent, I also want a book that’s worth reading once you get beyond the “look what a cool idea!” stage.

Making Al Gore Proud

I wince every time I take that double plastic bags home from the grocery store, but remembering to bring my own bags, let alone ones that can carry more than a few apples, seems unlikely.

The Sassy Side of Hair Clips

Now that my daughter actually has hair (kind of) my latest obsession is tracking down cool hair clips for her with the hopes that one day she might actually let me put one on her. It’s a cheaper hobby than shoe shopping, that’s for sure.

Florals for Fall

While I love diving into the cozy cashmeres and comfy knits again, I hate saying goodbye to all the bright, promising floral prints of Spring. So when I found the little girl’s Blossom Keyhole Tunic at Abe Jones, my finger edged towards that "buy" button without a second thought.

Buy a Bracelet, Save the World

We’ve all been huge admirers (slash patrons) of Lucina ever since we discovered their unbelievably gooooorgeous jewelry that just so happens to help make the word a better place.

Some Bling is Better Unseen

I have learned in a relatively short time that kids love anything with their names on it. It doesn’t matter if it’s spelled out in English, Greek, or hieroglyphics–in which case you could kind of fake it, come to think of it. There’s no better gift.

O Yeah

Whenever a salesperson tries to push some peacock-feathered and sequined bag on me that will absolutely complete the outfit, I back off.

Ode to Joya

I’m not quite sure how having a baby translates into the desire to babify everything you own. Just because I might dress my baby in cute baby-ish patterns doesn’t mean I want them all over my own accessories.

Nononono…I’M Tiger Woods

Everyone’s favorite Tiger reportedly shot a 48 on a nine-hole course by the ripe old age of two. That seems unbelievably early to me as far as getting the kids swinging, but hey, if you have a budding golf enthusiast (with kabillions in endorsement potential), then we’ve got your gear

“Who Effed Up The Toys???”

I can’t take credit for the headline – it’s was written by my friend Karen as the subject of an email she sent yesterday, alerting us all to yet another toy recall. I’m ready to just dump anything in the toy chest that wasn’t made by hand out from virgin pine by monks.