September 2010
51 posts
Just realized my auto correct on my phone changed “Isla has napped…” to “Isla gas napped…”
Oops! Coincidently, she did though! I have officially added a panicked poop to the roster of “Gosh, I hope not“‘s for the flight.
Isla at Peggy's Cove (Uh... In a kilt.)
I don’t know why, but during the last minute packing I thought “hey! I should grab my old kilt and take Isla’s pictures at Peggy’s Cove in it!” Nova Scotia may not be Scotland, but it is named New Scotland so that was close enough for me. Plus, it’s darn pretty.
The problem was that it was *too* pretty! The day was too bright and sunny and I couldn’t...
Mid-vacation holla! Lunch with the Navy, and other...
On the beach yesterday in Prince Edward Island
I’m finally on some decent Internet at a lovely desk with a sleeping babe and rested feet so, er… hello!
We haven’t stopped, which is what vacations should be like, I guess! Here are just a few pics but I haven’t downloaded them all yet, still working on it.
Today was incredibly random: we attended a Sunday market where...
judiism asked: i've been meaning to ask for a while... how do you pronounce isla's name? and, in the meantime so this is not such a boring question, is there a story as to how her beautiful name (seriously, i love it) was chosen for her?
meganjoye asked: Just wanted to tell you that you are absolutely beautiful, and I love all of your posts & photos of Isla!
somamasays asked: The hubs and I are thinking of taking our photography to the next step, which includes switching from our pro-mateur Nikon cameras and getting some better quality Canon (for cost reasons). Any advice?
I've always said... First date truths.
I love my husband, but I’ve always said if I had only asked him “do you snore?” rather than “what type of music do you like?” on our first date 10 years ago, we may not be where we are today. Just sayin’… Thankfully it’s not all the time. Only on busy days. Full of activity. And fresh sea air. Or beer has been consumed. Er… like today. Guess...
xchele asked: Oh jeez, your baby girl is just adorable!! I think its great how you're a photographer- a perfect way to document the best things in life! I was reading your blog entry about how your mom advised marrying someone you can divorce, and thought it was quite funny and genius, any other witty advice? hahaha
“In the October 2010 issue of Vogue, Sarah Mower coins the term for the...”
– I could get behind such a fashion notion if I’m not careful. I love how it’s translated into home decor even more and, if I look around, we’re already off to a slouchy start!
The “Society Slouch” Look Runway to Room | Apartment Therapy New York
tinyelephantsteps-deactivated20 asked: Since you talked about your main stroller, do you have a umbrella stroller or a light weight stroller? do you plan on getting one?
Europeans Do It Better | The fact this is going...
And I’m miles (and miles and miles and plane, trains and maybe the odd automobile) away makes me inexplicably anxious. It’s almost as if I wish I didn’t know about it… That ignorance would be bliss.
I would love to attend this. How fun! How beautiful! And how inspiring! I think my head would explode with ideas and whims walking along this. Haus Maus and her neighbour...
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Mumth | First Purchase? Stroller.
Well, I guess technically the first purchase was a pregnancy test. But *then* it was the stroller. The denim Bugaboo Chameleon.
I should preface this with the fact I first laid eyes on a Bugaboo while waiting to cross Mulberry at Prince in New York six years ago. A long-time sucker for smart design and contemporary appeal, what struck me was the bassinet. It was a modern pram, and it looked...
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Our Weekend in iPhone + Etc. Pics
I was on my own this weekend while Hamish was away in Montreal for a stag weekend. Big thanks to Amz and my fam for helping me with Isla while I took care of everything that needed to be done.
*Not* washing my hair is going well. Please pardon the hand-on-hip thing. It’s a force of habit, not a “damn gurrrl, lovin’ yourself, eh?!” moment. Hamish does an excellent...
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Mumth | Things I don't know, but need to before...
Ongoing list, obvi. Starting with:
Why *all* the cows lay down before a rain storm. I mean, not even one is all like, “Guys, I’m feeling kind of snacky. Can I get you anything while I’m up over there at that patch o’ grass?”
As for myself, today I found my mind questioning why plain plastic laundry tubs are so darn expensive? I mean, $150 +/- for a plain plastic tub...
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Mum-th | Isla @ 11 Months
Dear Isla,
Today, you are eleven months old plus a day. And mummy decided to mark it by dribbling word-drool on the Interwebs. But it was all in a good effort to start fresh and buck up. As we like to say around here, “suck it up, Sally.” It’ll all be okay.
And it *is* okay! You are happy and healthy and full of wonder for life. I don’t know how much you weigh...
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Welcome to Mum-th | My 30 Day Parental Cleanse
(Obligatory cute picture of Isla)
Ever been so incredibly sad because you can’t believe how incredibly happy you are? Or… er, is it just me?
Isla is 11 months old today. This means two things: I’ve been on a ridiculous emotional roller coaster for nearly a year and, secondly, Isla is nearly a one year old.
This blog has been by far the most cathartic, engaging and comforting...
Do you think any realtors are awake right now?
The neighbors are installing floors next door, despite it being 12:30 am, and this girl who swore she was never moving again is day, ahem… night dreaming of a place with space from other humans.
Bringing Up Baby: Can we talk clothes for a... →
This made me guffaw quite loudly. It’s true. My girlfriends who are yet to have babies have poked curiously at my maternity jeans (while I was pregnant) and mused whether they too could get away with them, sans fetus.
I had my low-rise 7ForAllMankind, JBrand and Citizens of Humanity jeans all converted into mat-wear for about $25 a pair. A kind, European seamstress lovingly stitched...
On Weddings and Marriage | 3yrs
I’m fully aware the wedding industry moves at the speed of light, that last year’s trends are topping this year’s ‘Don’ts’ list, and that planning a wedding is a deeply personal thing.
I was not a ‘wedding girl’ - I love being enthused and helpful for my girlfriends but, for my own day, was not overly interested. I desperately wanted to elope,...
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Us trying to sneak in. I really didn’t want the attention-y big entrance.
Us dancing. We. Danced. All. Night.
All. Night. Here is me dragging my bestie Patrick around. Yes, those are glow bracelets!
Magnum! In front of my parents’ home, which is no longer standing due to development.
Piped out.
With my niece putting on my beloved boots in time for the party.
And...
Whatdyaknow. It's my wedding anniversary eve!
This day, three years ago, we were going through the lovely formalities of pre-wedding things that are on that tear-out checklist in all the bridal magazines.
Rehearsal. I never saw the point — I mean, we go down an aisle, right? — but I guess it * could * be chaotic if you don’t at least attempt to coordinate people.
Toasting with the bottle of champagne Hamish had bought for the...
Miss Behaving | Isla getting into mischief
I waved the white flag on repeating “no” over and over again the other day. Instead I followed Isla around our lil’ kitchen to see what she truly was after.
Reaching for the door…
Turning to see if Hamish and I are going to say no, stop her or pick her up and completely relocate her. Sigh… This proves she so knows.
Tupperware fiend.
Need to teach this...
Monday? Sunday. And a family trip to the beauty...
Yes, I’d rather it still be Sunday. Pleaseandthanks.
Our weekend? It’s still a blur, but it’s coming back to me now. Hamish had the entire week off and it was nothing short of grand, but the ‘weekend’ feels eight days long. I guess that’s nothing to complain about! Once we got the yuckiness of the tenant situation sorted and resigned ourselves to the fact yet...
Just whipped up a quick
invite for Isla’s birthday party. *sob* When did THAT happen?!?!?! I think I’m about to spiral into a hormonal ball o’ melancholy so I’m going to go get ready for tomorrow’s shoot and finish the final coat on my new old dresser I’m refinishing. Because it’s not Friday ‘round here unless I have oil paint in my hair, apparently. Oil paint in my hair...
Mom Hair
My hair is finally long again and all the pregnancy and post-partum side-effects — good, bad and ‘what the f-monkey?!’ — seem to be, dare I say, gone. But it just feels so blahhhhhh……
I’m not allowed to cut it, says my aunt/stylist. She says if I ask, she’ll just pretend to be busy back there and not do a thing. Which suits me fine, but it does need some...
Love (Squared)
Two Things: Part Two (Linen Related)
On our honeymoon, we were confronted with a rather peculiar sleeping situation in both Barcelona and Berlin: twin duvets on a king size bed. That’s me in Berlin at Hotel Q equally loving the:
built-in tub and bed combo
European (read: non waxy) chocolates on pillow
twin duvets neatly folded over onto each other
Berlin. I really love that city, but that’s neither here nor there...
Two Things: Part One (Sprinkler Related)
Sprinklers. Our sprinklers have not been my friend.
We have a new house and we now have new sod. New sod is finickier and fussier and hungrier than any newborn I’ve ever seen. And newborns? I’ve seen a lot. High maintenance. Forget giving teenagers a sack of flour to carry around as a learning tool. Give them a fresh lawn instead.
At any rate, as a stay-at-home-lady-of-leisure ahem,...
Can't believe I'm blogging this...
And Isla is going to throttle me for it in about 14 years, but I must remember this for my own insanity.
Sorry, sweets. Consider the $4.79 in my pocket right now going straight to your therapy piggy bank.
As I move about the house putting things back in their place after the chaos of the week, I thought I’d peek in and check on her sleeping.
As I stood at her crib side marveling at how...
Where a hula skirt (almost) fixed all...
I’m having a rather awful week: another canceled trip to NYC due to ridiculousness on this end, namely a house that needed major repair (it broke my heart, ask anyone who called while I was there and heard me sobbing, or our poor friend Joy who showed up in the middle of a particularly frustrating moment!) from our last tenants before our new tenants could move in. I’ve been...
