Sometimes escaping NYC means a trip through Penn Station and a 90-minute NJ Transit ride to a lazy Sunday brunch at a lovely Friend’s drool-worthy home in quaint Yardley, PA. The whole day was perfection. The food. The weather. The conpany. I loved every minute. I kinda want to move to Yardley.
When you have a few hours –10 minutes even–away from your kids it feels so indulgent. You can focus entirely on the person you’re speaking with, rather than give them half your attention or excuse yourself every three minutes to course correct your toddler. When you’re child-free you even start to enjoy activites and tasks you once loathed.
As a parent, my time is so rarely my own that I fully appreciate a few minutes to myself whenever I can get it. Doctor’s waiting room…Ikea returns department…being on hold (especially if the hold music is Cisco call manager default).
My most recent activity (a ride on NJ Transit Northeast Corridor from NY Penn to Trenton) would have normally felt like one step up from a deathmarch but instead it was 180 minutes of bliss . I shut off my brain, except for the brief period that I had to figure out the NJT app to activate my ticket (super convenient, btw) oh and the twenty minutes I read NY Times political news before swiping it off in frustration (Donald Trump makes me sick), and watched the landscape change.
I missed my sweet babe and my husband for a few hours but mama needs some alone time…even if it is on a commuter train surrounded by strangers and even stranger smells.
Everlane Mini Backpack
I’ve always had a strange relationship with backpacks. I think I hate them. Maybe because I had to wear a backpack to school and I never really liked school, which in retrospect is completely ridiculous. I wish I could hop in a time machine and have a few words with high school freshman Julie to straighten her out. I totally phoned it in and only half absorbed what my teachers were telling me.
Biology was so interesting and fun—why was I more concerned with sneaking out to get a latte from Paradise Coffee on 8th Avenue and smoke Marlboro Lights with my friend Ulysses? English was my favorite subject (despite the major a-hole teacher) but I left every assignment to the day before deadline and handed them all in littered with errors and run-on sentences. Howard Zinn’s “The People’s History of the United States” was our US History textbook but I barely skimmed a few chapters and turned in every assignment late. My teacher claimed to be a former student of Zinn’s. (That same teacher ended up carrying on torrid affairs with students that ultimately cost him his job and probably his life. He died of a heart attack at 60. His 19-year-old girlfriend spoke at his memorial to a crowd of cringing mourners. It was odd.) But anyway, the motley crew of teachers should have been enough to pique my interest in school. Nope.
Luckily, I figured it all out in time to put myself through college and become a responsible adult. But I have to say—I did and do often wrestle with some of those bad habits. It takes plenty of foot dragging and hours of waiting around for me to finally get my own work done. Of course, I blame lazy parenting during my formative years for this. But let’s move on.
Now that I have a daughter, who I plan on tiger-mothering, I recognize and appreciate the usefulness of a backpack. I am still using the Baggu canvas duck bag, which can be worn cross-body so it frees up my hands but I end up doing the full one-arm scoop and search when I need something. It would be nice to have everything organized in…a…backpack. AAAHHH!
I have rounded up 6 backpacks that I would wear today and that don’t remind me of my black North Face from high school (although I should dig that one up—it is vintage at this point). Most of them have zippers or snaps because who has time to futz around with a complicated clasp situation when you have a toddler? Seriously.
1. Herschel Supply Co. Little America Nylon Brindle $170 (these straps have magnetic closure, no need to buckle, whew!)
2. Herschel Supply Co. Mammoth Ripstop $100
3. Fjällräven Totepack $100 (This is my FAVORITE because I love a tote)
4. Baggu Leather Backpack $280
5. Poketo Voyager $158
6. Everlane Zip Backpack $58
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My first Mother’s Day was a bit of a blur. Last year my daughter was only three months old so I was still new to the sleep deprived half-concious state that parents eventually grow accustomed to. But now that I have the hang of it and a little more sleep, celebrating my second Mother’s Day is more fun and I planned in taking a little time out just for me.
This year I got to join Stroller in the City for a movie screening of the new flick Mother’s Day thanks to Fandango (who provided the movie tickets and refreshments!) Lindt also provided yummy truffles that I devoured almost instantly.
The movie was so much fun. It was the perfect mom-com to enjoy with a bunch of other moms sans kiddos.
Sometimes it is nice to skip the Netflix and actually go to the movies. Fandango even gifted us two movie tickets for a future show, which I plan on using for date night with the hubbs in the coming weeks. Or maybe I’ll take MY mom to a movie and let dad and papa hang with the babe while the ladies kick back. Hey…mom needs to have fun, too! #SITCcelebratesMothersDay was a blast!
Thanks Brianne for including Wear Comfortable Shoes in this fun night out!!
Over the years I’ve received dozens of holiday postcards from friends and family. The first wave typically featured just the newly weds traveling or posing adorably with a festive prop…then maybe a pet or two…and eventually each card featured growing families. I love getting these cards. I don’t see all of my friends and their broods often so it is fun to watch the kids grow each year. Plus, I really enjoy getting mail that isn’t bills or junk. Call me old fashioned.
This year I was tossing around the idea of sending a holiday card featuring my daughter. My husband and I have been very adamant about not sharing pictures of her on social media or disseminating images beyond our close friend and family circle. Even when I text a picture of a funny face Emilia makes to a friend I instantly feel guilty that I’ve stolen a piece of her soul and shot it out into the ether. Maybe I’m a little too protective of our (mostly E’s) privacy.
Well, we did it. It took a few snaps with my iphone, twinkle lights, a teddy bear and a very cooperative 10-month-old.
I browsed sites like Minted and tinyprints for ideas but I was a little shocked by the prices. I love my kid but I’m not spending $300 on a few letterpress photo cards. I also didn’t want whimsical messages printed on them–which narrowed the selection down quite a bit. Then I remembered a site I used to use for marketing materials and look books: Overnight Prints. 50 custom post cards, including envelopes AND shipping cost less than $25!!!! They looked great–thick paper, matte finish. Granted they weren’t cardboard stock letterpress–but I’m fine with that.
Cracking my knuckles and dusting off the keyboard for some blogging… It has been a long time since I’ve posted and plenty has happened since the last one…marriage, baby (which I will get to in future posts) but I thought I’d share some fun writing I’ve done elsewhere…
I have recently been writing for Simon & Schuster’s blog: Tips on Life and Love. Mostly style and fashion posts…oh and a few beauty ones in there, too… Check them out!
Stay tuned for more original posts.
I’m kind of secretly obsessed (and I hate using that word) with clogs…and not just any clogs. Rachel Comey, No.6 and a brand recently brought to my attention by a chic (and very cool) co-worker…Bryr.
I know they’ve been around a while and you can’t throw a snowball in Williamsburg without hitting some young lady wearing a pair. BUT I likie…
I don’t actually own a pair of wood-soled clodhoppers. I’ve known a few assholes who wear clogs and they’ve kind of ruined it for me…the sound of the wood slamming the ground makes me cringe now, thanks to one devil-incarnate in particular.
BUT maybe I can pretend to be a Cobble Hill mom trotting heavy-heeled with toddler in tow to the nearest Montessori School for morning drop-off before I grab a local-fair-trade coffee and settle in to my (fill in awesome job here) workspace.
I am especially drawn to the Bryr boot because with the laces wrapped around the ankle and the familiar shape of the boot and wood heel…it reminds me of the Olympics…of Figure skating! or ice dancing… (And yes, I did just have a fleeting and dare I say it…fond memory of the Tonya Harding broken laces debacle from the 1994 Lillehammer Olympics. Poor Tonya.)
I love the two-tone Phoebe
I might splurge on a pair of Bryr boots in honor of the Sochi Olympics…although considering the Northeast winter has been slamming us like a bi-polar-vortex (hot, cold, hot, cold, cold, cold, rain, snow, ice) I might be better off with rubber waders to brave the slush rivers at every corner.
Happy Weekly Shoe week…month? (When was my last post?)
Simon & Schuster’s Tips on Life and Love Holiday Post!