How’s Bee adjusting? I mean, it happened so fast! Did she feel prepared? Has she regressed? Is she acting out, seeking attention? These are the questions we receive from friends and family for a month. I answer truthfully – She’s been wonderful, so very excited to have a brother – but then I wonder if
Helped my sweet friend Carly design her spring collection of ethical goods, and the flutters were plenty. It’s gonna be a good good season. // The Taj Mahal, man. More to come; cannot compute. // Jaipur was lovely, but the people were lovelier. Missing two of our new besties today, Jyoti and Raj, the latter
The contractions begin. Bee is dressed for ballet. I’m adjusting her leotard, securing her loose blonde waves into a bun, clip to one side. A kiss on the cheek. The other 4-year-olds are skipping into class, bumbling into each other with excitement, energy. Trying to be graceful, trying to look tall. See you in a
The most magical scene: billows of textiles blowing in the warm Indian breeze while hard-working hands finished their ethical fashion production. // Learning to indigo dye from the pros! // The food. The food, the food, the food. Good gracious, I simply cannot come home, can I? // Visiting a weaver workshop in Panipat for
When it’s late summer and the heat has passed, you find yourself deflating the pool floaties and moving the sunscreen to the back shelf of the medicine cabinet. You wash and fold swimsuits, beach towels; find storage for that massive sun hat. Sprinkler to the attic. You get to work. You meet deadlines, schedule meetings,
A dance party in the rain brought out the sweetest little tendrils. // Speaking of tendrils, the infamous school bus incident. “I zoomed it, Dad.” #StillLaughing // A peacock from Bee to me, with a bit of help from her Chinese teacher. I’m not a sentimental gal, but this one’s going in the archives. //
So, if you were to come to my house for a cup of tea, I’d apologize and say I don’t carry the stuff, not at the moment. Coffee? I’d offer, and pull out a cold brew from the fridge. You’d find me wearing an old pair of men’s boxer briefs, no bra, yesterday’s hair. I’d
Bee’s crafting chaos, always. // Spoils from Ken’s weekly chore as the officially unofficial Yard Tender. I’m working on this, but I swear, I will never remember to mow the lawn until the grass is at least knee high. #SorryNeighbors // Dinner party and book pre-launch remnants on the tip-top shelf. // Bee’s favorite birthday