So, any of you could've been on Platinum Weddings? Really? Well A and I could've been, I watch and I'm not impressed. I'm not bragging, our wedding just 100% ROCKED and was GORGEOUS and PERFECT and AMAZING!
Almost 3 years later, little JHS is also PERFECT, AMAZING and GORGEOUS and ROCKS, but...is her life Platinum? Even as a new mother in new mother bliss (and some wine to aid the bliss) I'm not sure....in this economy is anyone?
Well, I'm already TiVo-ing this new show that doesn't exist yet...
Know Platinum Weddings? Here's Platinum Babies!!!! I so DESPERATELY want to be one it, know people on it, not care about anyone on it, be totally above it, but watch it all the time. Are they serious on BabyLuxe? Marie Antoinette Baby Showers???? OK, must admit, we did get a sterling Tiffany's piggy bank (XOXO you know who) and hair brush and rattle/teether, but I didn't ask for them and we also got fabulous clothes from Macy's that she wears non-stop and the most adorable gold-flecked dress from Old Navy(picked that one out myself online), so...we're frugal but fabulous. Know anyone Perfect and Platinum, forward them this link....
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Where does the time go!?
SALES SALES SALES everywhere! Alas, having no actual IN-come (which, once you have none REALLY makes the "in" part more meaningful...like in-come, come to me, use me, spend me, have me, etc...or don't) makes shopping more difficult. Not impossible but more difficult and a little less fun. Someone I knew once told their kids that FAO Schwartz was a toy museum and nothing was for sale and they couldn't touch. BRILLIANT! So, that's the mentality I went with into Saks, Bendels, Bloomingdales, past Bergdorfs, into Macys, Nordstrom, thought about Lord & Taylor, into Pookie & Sebastian, into Express and Old Navy (online and some was for JHS...more abt her later), and then I returned stuff.
The good news, I still can't buy shoes. "WHY!?," I hear you scream. I'm pretending my feet will go back to normal pre-preggo size and while I was trying that I had to have minor toe surgery...not enough to be forced to keep me feet up (no matter what my mother says) but enough to require multiple bandaids and thus keep my shoes from fitting. But, on that trip to Saks w/Mom and Jordanna I saw Dior heels, chocolate brown, quilted (but not in a want-to-be-a-snow-boot way and also not in a trying-to-be-Chanel-bc-really-people-we're-still-Dior), 2-2.5 in heel for JUST OVER $100 on sale! WHAT WHAT WHAT? Yes, and in my size, or the size I pretend I continue to be. So, not only did I not have the IN-come to buy them (yeah, that's that credit cards are for, but not when you have a nanny to pay and other stuff you need...)
In desperation I brought my trusty black Banana work heels to be stretched (bc a girl can't lie to herself about shoes forever....about the pouch that is her belly, yes, shoes no) and the ancient Greek shoe guy did an OK job. We'll see if I give him him the identical brown pair...and then all the rest. My girlfriends feel for me (and are hopeful for themselves) that I may have to give some of my shoes away...the GORG black satin Jimmy Choos w/FAB crystal/pearl bursty-dangly thing that I've worn to almost everyone's wedding, the orange/salmon (depending on my mood and my outfit) open-toe super-fun summery heels, etc, etc, etc. I wont allow myself to turn around and check my shoe cubbies for inventory.
OK, but really I'm writing today because it is the most perfectest, cutest, funniest, most adorablest baby's 3 month birthday. (Yeah, I know, it's been 3 months, my feet wont change back) Which means it is also 3 months since the economy tanked, 3 months since I've been to the gym (+9mo), 3 months since I've slept through the night (which isn't her fault), 3 months since our apartment turned into a Fischer-Price Rainforest showroom, 3 months since my online bookmarks changed from legal recruiting and related job sites to baby stationery, toys, clothes, gifts, classes, bedding, shoes, development, playgroup, blogs and all other manner of BABY STUFF. It's been amazing and crazy and fun and just perfect.
Every morning A and I ask ourselves if it's just us or if everything thinks she's as perfect as we do. Every morning we're sure it's not just us.
We love you Jordanna Fofanna (AKA Munchkin)!!!!
Hannukah gifts are WAY easier when you can give grandparents and aunts and uncles pictures of your baby. Doesn't everyone want a poster-sized calendar with pictures of my child on it?
I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday, whatever you celebrate (I think they all include presents!) and I'll write more soon.
Regards, JES (with JHS napping next to me. FINALLY!)
The good news, I still can't buy shoes. "WHY!?," I hear you scream. I'm pretending my feet will go back to normal pre-preggo size and while I was trying that I had to have minor toe surgery...not enough to be forced to keep me feet up (no matter what my mother says) but enough to require multiple bandaids and thus keep my shoes from fitting. But, on that trip to Saks w/Mom and Jordanna I saw Dior heels, chocolate brown, quilted (but not in a want-to-be-a-snow-boot way and also not in a trying-to-be-Chanel-bc-really-people-we're-still-Dior), 2-2.5 in heel for JUST OVER $100 on sale! WHAT WHAT WHAT? Yes, and in my size, or the size I pretend I continue to be. So, not only did I not have the IN-come to buy them (yeah, that's that credit cards are for, but not when you have a nanny to pay and other stuff you need...)
In desperation I brought my trusty black Banana work heels to be stretched (bc a girl can't lie to herself about shoes forever....about the pouch that is her belly, yes, shoes no) and the ancient Greek shoe guy did an OK job. We'll see if I give him him the identical brown pair...and then all the rest. My girlfriends feel for me (and are hopeful for themselves) that I may have to give some of my shoes away...the GORG black satin Jimmy Choos w/FAB crystal/pearl bursty-dangly thing that I've worn to almost everyone's wedding, the orange/salmon (depending on my mood and my outfit) open-toe super-fun summery heels, etc, etc, etc. I wont allow myself to turn around and check my shoe cubbies for inventory.
OK, but really I'm writing today because it is the most perfectest, cutest, funniest, most adorablest baby's 3 month birthday. (Yeah, I know, it's been 3 months, my feet wont change back) Which means it is also 3 months since the economy tanked, 3 months since I've been to the gym (+9mo), 3 months since I've slept through the night (which isn't her fault), 3 months since our apartment turned into a Fischer-Price Rainforest showroom, 3 months since my online bookmarks changed from legal recruiting and related job sites to baby stationery, toys, clothes, gifts, classes, bedding, shoes, development, playgroup, blogs and all other manner of BABY STUFF. It's been amazing and crazy and fun and just perfect.
Every morning A and I ask ourselves if it's just us or if everything thinks she's as perfect as we do. Every morning we're sure it's not just us.
We love you Jordanna Fofanna (AKA Munchkin)!!!!
Hannukah gifts are WAY easier when you can give grandparents and aunts and uncles pictures of your baby. Doesn't everyone want a poster-sized calendar with pictures of my child on it?
I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday, whatever you celebrate (I think they all include presents!) and I'll write more soon.
Regards, JES (with JHS napping next to me. FINALLY!)
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