On Sunday, it looked a lot like summer in Central Park. (And thank goodness, because most of the previous week had been kinda grey and icky.) The great lawn was covered in baseball games and the others were covered in picnic blankets. Everything is green and lush and–it was hard to miss–there were butterflies everywhere! We passed by one particularly lovely spot, by the bridge behind the Met, where the flowers were full of Red Admirals. You may just be able to make them out here. Some people were gathered, discussing how the warm winter had allowed so many more to flourish (apparently it’s actually tied to an abundance of caterpillars in Texas, where the migration begins).
I was invited to be a Guest Curator for the Etsy Blog this past week. I packed my virtual bags for four hypothetical weekend trips with the baby: to the shore, the city, the moutains, and to the desert. Check it out here.
Actually, studies have shown that planning and anticipation is the highlight of a vacation! So thank you, Etsy, for giving me an excuse to plan!
Some other things I’ve been looking at and starring online lately…
This article from last year, also on how to enjoy a vacation, has been resurfacing in conversations with friends lately.
I love when recognizable items become hardly so: these photographs of books are stunning.
It would be so fun to check out all of the bikes at the Manifest Show. I enjoyed this video clip about some of the entries. (Via The Fremont Bike, spotted on Design Mom) Photos to take of your kids each month (that bathtub photo melts me)
A covet-worthy collection of summer sandals (in kids sizes sadly), via The Littlest Wind maps. Nichole‘s beautiful book, Paris in Color
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The Baby Elephant wallpaper by Jill Malek in this nursery is so lovely and subtle.
Can you believe this is an Ikea upgrade? And it’s awesome to learn of shared workspaces–woodshops, too!
Rumor has it that this black headband stays put? Going to have to check it out. (Found via Kate‘s friend, Emily!) OK on Third was probably our favorite store in Los Angeles, so it’s no surprise that they would have a cool, under-the-radar baby shower gift. This is wallpaper?
In college, lots of sort-of-hippie friends used canning jars for glassware, but I never liked sipping wine from where jam once was. But these lids, them I could get behind.
Once, when I was in high school, a friend and I were out late enough to see the flower market open. But we didn’t come out with anything this pretty.
And here are some more photos from that beautiful brunch.
A little over a week ago, on a rainy Sunday, we all walked up to Beehives & Buzzcuts on First Avenue, and Hudson sat down for his very first haircut (gulp!). It was hard deciding to snip some of those little duck-like baby curls, but Aron rightly convinced me that they were getting a little unruly. Hudson’s feelings about the whole thing seemed to be on a little roller coaster: He was uncertain about being strapped in the chair at first; then reassured by the pretty stylist (he showed her his flirtiest smile); and then mesmerized by the dancing frog she placed in front of him for distraction. But then the lower lip came out with full force as soon as she went for that first snip. (How’d he know?) He reached up and grabbed the comb and I was pretty impressed to see that she was prepared to let him take comb and after comb–new ones would just appear from her pocket while the one she’d been using would go straight to his mouth. Next he resumed an air of calm–curious mostly–but he was not so sure he liked the sticky roller clean-up business that followed the cut. And then minutes later he was bouncing up and down like it had all been the most exciting thing he’d ever done. Like EVER.
What a sweetie. We were sent home with a certificate, a few locks of hair, and a family photo. (And Hudson got to go stand up and taste the train engines at the play tables in Barnes & Noble while we admired his new profile.)
