Staying Stylish in Suburbia


Monday, March 18, 2013

We've been living in the city temporarily while waiting to close on our new house in mid-April. High rise living with a toddler isn't as glamorous as it may sound. I can't wait to have a door that leads outside to a yard and not a hallway with an elevator. On the other hand there are still perks to living this way. If I run out of orange juice all I have to do is pop downstairs to the deli that's attached to our building. And then there is the swimming pool. On these cold days before spring has made her true entrance, the indoor pool has been a saving grace. After being pent up inside our apartment all day long, it comes as a welcome relief when B finally gets home and the three of us can walk down to the pool more than ready to take that dive into the blue. E is like a little slippery seal. Even though she can't swim on her own yet she ADORES splashing around and going under water every chance she gets. And while the two of them are busy playing I do my laps. Being pregnant (23 weeks already) I'm feeling more and more weighed these days. Heavy in my own body with all kinds of new little aches and pains to contend with. I think that's what I love the most about my new ritual swim. The weightlessness and grace that returns to me the minute I kick off from the wall to do that first stroke out into the water. Pure bliss. How about you? When was the last time you took the plunge so to speak? And if you don't have access to a body of water these days, these pictures I found on Pinterest might be another great way to get that kind of calming fix. I hope you enjoy!

Source: via Juniper on Pinterest

A Moment

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

A friend of mine posted this the other day and I haven't been able to to stop thinking about it since. It is so beautiful, bittersweet and raw. I get teary every time I see it. 

Here is a little bit of the back story- "Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70's. When they felt the relationship was ending, they walked the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. At her 2010 MoMa show Marina shared a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in fron of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing and this is what happened.

What do you think about this as a piece? Is there anyone from your past (lover or not) that you've imagined encountering again? Would words be necessary? Or would it be enough to catch their eye and simply share in a moment?

Daffodil Daydreams

Monday, March 11, 2013

Moving across country is never easy. Moving from the mild climate of southern California into an especially chilly east coast springtime has proven even more challenging. On the other hand one of my biggest complaints about San Diego was it's lack of seasons. I missed the subtle shift in the air, that transformation from bare branch to budding blossom. When my husband and I chose the end of March to get married in the mountains of North Carolina six years ago, people worried that it would be too cold. Miraculously, spring sprung early that year and our celebration was filled with bright yellow sprigs of forsythia and bundles of daffodils. Today, staring out the window at yet another chilly, bare, gray March day I can't help but long for that kind of spring again, wishing I could dilly-dally the day away in a field of flowers like the one above. Soon, I hope! What do you think? When will springtime finally be here to stay?