Bling for Braniacs
I’ve got a nagging fear that today’s generation of girls, growing up in Swaraovski-studded shirts that say future model, are in for quite a shock when they get older and do not, in fact, turn out to be models.
A Taste For Bourbon
I am so not the matchy-matchy type, and anyone who’s ever seen me pushing a red stroller with a purple blanket and a floral orange diaper bag will nod vigorously in agreement.
Forget Mr. Right, I found Mr. Klean
You can’t swing a loofa without hitting a specialty beauty product shop. With so many options, I thought I’d keep mine open, play the field. No settling down with one brand for me. Then I hooked me up with my destined spa product soul mate and things all changed.
Uptown Layette With Not-Quite-Uptown Prices
Unwrapping the big box that had arrived in the mail last week, I was excited that one of my parents’ fancy uptown friends had sent me a spectacularly expensive looking layette for my new baby.
Kinda Makes Up For The Sore Nipples
‘m trying not to be offended by the fact that my 5-month-old rejects my boobs to instead watch his sister run around the playground. But while I’d love to refocus his attentions, the thought of a nursing necklace makes me cringe. I get the concept, but it’s tough to find one that I’d actually wear in public.
Heal the World Through Dolls
I remember, with some regret, the first doll my daughter was given. It was made from a heavy plastic and had a gigantic wobbly head — certainly not something I’d like to cuddle up with in bed.
The Family That Spells Together…
It’s true that works of kiddie-style art rarely resemble anything that can be described as art, or style. Seriously, how many ways can you draw a cartoon bear?
Shades of Brilliance
I see the racks of kid’s sunglasses at the superstores and while the hot pink princess shades might seem terribly cute to my daughter, they do nothing to protect her from the sun–or make me keen on buying them.
Dribble Me This, Dribble Me That
We’ve officially landed in drool central at my house, and while necessity has forced me past my bib aversion, it has not yet led me to one that makes drool look fabulous.
A Sheep That Dreams of Being More Than a Lamb Chop
If those mall makeover shops for grade-school girls are any indication, a young girl’s fantasy career is now limited to slutty rock star, slutty model, or slightly less slutty princess. So I’m very happy–even relieved–to have been introduced to Nick Katsouris’ Growing Up with Loukoumi.