Friday, May 16, 2014

Orchids Sure ARE Radiant!

pic courtesy of sofa.com

In honor of the Pantone Color of the Year, and the super radaroni event I'm psyched to go to, I've been investigating some design elements to pay homage to "Radiant Orchid!"
And guess what? You can go to the party too (just click the event link above).
Kim from DLK is the hostess with the mostest.

Here are some inspirations:










Friday, May 9, 2014

All I Want for Mother's Day on Sunday



I don't want anything from Zales.
I don't want a box of chocolate.
I don't want flowers from a roadside stand.

But here is my wish list:

I want to sleep in (uninterrupted until 10am).  Therefore, no hair getting ripped out of my scalp at 7am, no one barfing or crying in the middle of the night.  No one, of any age, or any relationship to me, trying to stake a claim on my boobs, at any point, for any reason.

Then when I blissfully wake from my slumber, I would like to be served hot tea and fresh toast. And I don't want it to spill or be flung across the room, but I would like to be able to reach it from my bedside.

Then I want to be magically be clean and showered, look great, smell great, feel great, and leave.
That's right: leave. I want to be with my other strong & complex mama friends who deserve a break too.  And I want the brood of us to do whatever the hell it is we wanna do: FOR THE ENTIRE DAY.

Then, [here we go with the more "wants"], I want to come home, where my house is clean, my kids are clean, the trash has been taken out (all of it: in the office, the bathrooms, the basement AND indeed, the kitchen too), projects are complete and someone else has made dinner.

I want the dinner to be well seasoned, and everyone likes it, and eats it, and gets it from their plate in to their faces without veering wildly off track.

Then the dishes...ahhh: the dishes.  I want zero part in caring for, rinsing, putting away, or dealing with a single dish.

Or the laundry.
Geezus!
THE LAAaaaAAuuUUunnNNddDDrrrRy!!!!!!!!!!
I want someone else to wash the diapers.  I want someone else to separate, situate and fold em.  And carry them to their respected arenas. And then put them away.
Nicely. Without groaning.

And I want someone else to bathe my kids, and make sure they don't injure themselves (or cause a flood).

Meanwhile, I will be watching whatever I want on tv and having a giant glass of wine.

Then, I want to put my kids to bed while they hold my neck sweetly as I sing them their favorite made-up lullabies. I want to listen to their breathing slow and deepen as they drift off to sleep, FOR THE ENTIRE NIGHT.

And really, that's all I want.