Monday, June 28, 2010
Little One | Pick a Color
I couldn't resist sharing these little striped onesies. They come in an array of gorgeous colors—below being just a sampling of my favorites. To see the rest, visit Estella.
Little One | Boy Mocs
From say YES! to hoboken comes this fabulous photo. She is showing how she made her sons regular wide leg jeans into skinny jeans, but even more amazing than that are the fantastic moccasins he is wearing. I just wish I knew where they came from! What do you think of this look?
Style | Leafy
These rings remind me of the laurel wreath ring that my husband designed as his wedding band. Aren't they lovely? I especially love the ginkgo one. Check out the Etsy shop here.
Art Nouveau
Ginkgo Leaf
Art Nouveau
Ginkgo Leaf
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Little One | Toys of Wood
I just discovered this charming website, The Wooden Wagon, that carries the most beautiful toys. I would love for my son to have some of these things to play with when he gets a bit older. I hope you enjoy the little collection I've gathered here! Check out their blog, too.
Because Tops are Fun and Beautiful
Because I Love Elephants
Fairy tales
Down on the Farm
Because Tops are Fun and Beautiful
Because I Love Elephants
Fairy tales
Friday, June 11, 2010
Little One | A Treasure on Loan
Via a guest post by Nicole Bennett on Simple Mom.
As the mother of children both through adoption and through my own pregnancy, not every lesson I learn in parenting (and in life) will apply to my children the same. But going through the process of adoption – the waiting, the unknowns, the roller-coaster of extreme emotions, the lack of control — has taught me one big and general lesson.
It’s simple, really.
I have to hold my children loosely in my hand.
In California, where I live, the threat of an earthquake is always looming. For this reason, bridges and freeway overpasses are built with expansion joints — little gaps in the concrete — that will serve as space cushions in the event of movement.
As I raise my children, I can’t hold onto them with a rigid, possessive grasp. My grip is tender and protective, yet flexible enough to allow for freedom and movement.
Because, the truth is, I’m ultimately not in control. Whether I gave birth to them, or made the choice to adopt them, I must see each of them as “a treasure on loan from above,” as a friend of mine says.
Instead of frantically grasping them tighter, I daily remind myself to commit them into the strong, capable hands of the One who created them.
As the mother of children both through adoption and through my own pregnancy, not every lesson I learn in parenting (and in life) will apply to my children the same. But going through the process of adoption – the waiting, the unknowns, the roller-coaster of extreme emotions, the lack of control — has taught me one big and general lesson.
It’s simple, really.
I have to hold my children loosely in my hand.
In California, where I live, the threat of an earthquake is always looming. For this reason, bridges and freeway overpasses are built with expansion joints — little gaps in the concrete — that will serve as space cushions in the event of movement.
As I raise my children, I can’t hold onto them with a rigid, possessive grasp. My grip is tender and protective, yet flexible enough to allow for freedom and movement.
Because, the truth is, I’m ultimately not in control. Whether I gave birth to them, or made the choice to adopt them, I must see each of them as “a treasure on loan from above,” as a friend of mine says.
Instead of frantically grasping them tighter, I daily remind myself to commit them into the strong, capable hands of the One who created them.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
An American in Paris-2000 Streets
"Paris draws in the lost and wandering
and fosters dreams that you forgot,
or never knew you had.
It is a safety valve of sorts,
an Elysian escape from real life
where we imagine that we could flee
and rediscover ourselves
among the backdrop of artists
and gypsies,
centuries old architecture
and modern philosophies,
color, light, smells, and sounds."
—Hannah K. Stone
and fosters dreams that you forgot,
or never knew you had.
It is a safety valve of sorts,
an Elysian escape from real life
where we imagine that we could flee
and rediscover ourselves
among the backdrop of artists
and gypsies,
centuries old architecture
and modern philosophies,
color, light, smells, and sounds."
—Hannah K. Stone
My friend Hannah is living and working in Paris for a year, and shares her experiences, amazing photos, and love of all things culinary on her blog, 2000 Streets. A few of her photos are below, but I would highly recommend checking out her blog for yourself. Her vivid descriptions of life in France are breathtaking and I know you'll find yourself enraptured by her zest for life and enthusiasm for flowers, food, color and the atmosphere of Paris.
Although this photo was actually taken by Hannah's brother, I had to share it with you.
Isn't it lovely? I guess talent runs in the family!
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