Pear is a more prolific blogger than I these days, take note here and here and dang if I didn't have a birthday while time was flying by here.
My Spanish is seriously lacking. (Hence, the "Cinco de Quattro" of May 4th on Pear's blog- and hey, it made sense after a margarita). Vito tries to teach me something new every day at work, but alas, as many times as I write down (phonetically, of course) 'They always blame it on me" or "I'm not the guilty one!"- all I can remember is "Dios mio" or that "Bien" is the answer to his quick inquiry that translates to "How are you today miss Lara?". I have, however, trained him to say "How is the Princess today?" when he walks up the grand staircase to my office each morning, so don't think I'm not trying SOMETHING new! There's something about Princess in any language that makes me smile.
Ahem, yes. Flea market first Sunday of the month, Sadly only a few photos below. The original idea was to wake up early and be done by noon, which only works for one of us (the one who wakes at 5am every single day). I woke up at 8am and that made for a 9:30 am arrival at Alameda, thankfully Courtney waited in line to get us tickets so we could zip right in like VIP's. We did try a new food truck- Dim Sum, which is brilliant because they can make all the food ahead of time and just keep it steaming in bamboo boxes over simmering water heated by propane gas. No prep time, chopsticks and paper plates. It was a good set up, if a little expensive.... But yum dim sum....
Missed seeing William, but stopped in his booth quickly. I came away with an old red and white quilt (I think it's still in the dryer at HM's house), and C & HM each found cowboy boots.
Back home to head to my other work for the first time in months. Quilted a little quilt at American Jane Studio, I'm rusty I'll tell you and had to get a little visit in with my girl Sandy Klop, which of course led to tears (It's been a doozy of a month), exhausted myself and had to go to bed at 8:30pm. The girls checked on me and were like, "MOM's ALREADY ASLEEP" holy cow. Had to tuck themselves in.
Sometimes I go over all the stuff that's happened and I think, sheesh. I only had to go to bed early one night- heck, I'm surprised I survived it all!
Random photo uploads because I'm still surviving it all and I'm pretty exhausted:
He was the other team (Orioles, but dang, he was right in front of me!)
One of the first photos of the three of my beautiful children under my roof at the same time for the first time in over 7 years.
SUSHI. With Andrew and HM. Yum. Kane, Lafayette.
Birthday text from my Scarlett Darling...
boot photo shoot on a Friday night....in the clover.
My Birthday, At work.
Birthday gift from my wonderful neighbors....
The revamping of hand-me-down chaise lounges for the backyard....a work in progress.
The new trellis from Farmyard Darlings in Lafayette. For the viney thing growing out of the pot that I inherited with the house when we moved in last year....
Oh, the other hand-me-down chaise lounge near the newly planted Morning Glories on the back fence.
Old school drinking fountain from the flea market,
Beautiful Green door with transom window, all in one piece, for sale at Alameda $495.00.
The dresser I thought that Paris would love!
Cafe sign from France. William's Antiks. Alameda Flea Market, May 2013.
You just know I'd love a PARK HOTEL sign.
Best book find ever.
The hen house. With green stairs.
Really, don't tell me you think this isn't adorable.
Not my best post, but it's my life. A little bit of everything I thought to take a picture of.
When I was a girl, people would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always said I wanted to be a mom and have babies. Really.
When I was in high school and people started asking me what I wanted to "be", I knew that having babies was NOT what they wanted to hear.
So when I was a senior, I decided that I would study Fashion Design. After all, I loved fashion (still do!), had bought myself $100 Norma Kamali bathing suits and had a subscription to Vogue and WWD with my babysitting money. I made the coolest clothes in high school and considered myself very fashion forward. I wasn't absolutely positive that I wanted to be a fashion designer, but I felt compelled to make a decision because it was "time".
Well I went to Fashion Design school- FIDM in SF. What I learned was that I could MAKE anything. Really, anything. Somebody has to sew these things and I am one of those people who understands the language of threads, wool, weaving, textiles, drape, bias, and construction- involving fabric. I can make a pattern for anything and I would be happiest to spend all of my money in a fabric store! While in college, I would stop at Britex at least twice a week to feast my eyes on floors upon floors of bolts of fabrics and notions.
And I adored my Pattern Drafting class, pinning muslin onto Wolf dress forms to make patterns was just right up my alley. I learned so much! And created a lifelong love for Wolf dress forms (thank you Janey, Ms. Wolf was the perfect gift!):
Maybe my interest developed while watching my mom sew when I was little. I have a vivid memory of her kneeling on the living room floor with a tissue (Butterick?) pattern laid out on some yardage, pins in her mouth, using that little pronged pattern tracer that looked like a tiny, pokey pizza cutter.
My mom sewed the satin red, white and blue ballet skirts for my recital when I was just 5 or 6, she sewed all of our Halloween costumes, she sewed us girls Easter Bonnets and made us cute matching nightgowns out of pillowcases and ribbons. She let us use her sewing machine any time we wanted.
Turns out, I'm a mom who had babies (3), who can sew just about anything, who loves fashion still to this day, who is crazy about textiles of any kind, who used to play "office" and "store" with my sisters, who is doing (for the most part) the things I wanted to do when people asked me "What do you want to be when you grow up?".
I'm thinking about all of this as I watch my detail minded/computer building/lego/boy engineer pursue his college education studying physics and math. And as I watch my Beautiful Daughter #1 try to decide what she "wants to be" when she grows up. She is feeling that same pressure, trying to figure it all out, and only now, in my early 40's can I really say to her: just study what you are interested in. It will come to you. I think someone else has made our plan already and we have to be open enough to receive those directions.