A GIFT FOR THE DAY I WAS BORN

Note: Photo does not have the best detail for the necklace. Amelia is also tired, hence, the sour face.

I was born today about 30 years ago, circa 1970's. No one needs exact details, right?! Just know that I'm a typical childish Aries. So, I bought myself a gift this past weekend while I was in LA. I'd been yearning for this peacock necklace for a while now. Before actually taking the plunge and purchasing it, I'd admire it on various online boutiques. I honestly wasn't going to buy it because I couldn't handle the feeling of "buyer's remorse" and/or knowing the money spent on a fashion accessory would have purchased a month's worth of diapers and food for Amelia. Then the best justification for purchasing the necklace dawned on me—Amelia would be the proud owner of this (what would later be vintage) piece of jewelry. SOLD.

JOCELYN

Circa 1970's

Yesterday was my sister's birthday. She's 8 years older than me. She's a mommy of three-- one teenager and two young boys. I often turn to her for mommy advice. She IS the one with three offsprings and more experience, although, sometimes she gets bossy about things but I suppose that's to be expected from my older sibling. HA!

A fond memory I have of my sister is her brushing my hair into two pigtails before walking down to the local Thrifty's drugstore. You see, my sister was obligated to take care of me while the parents were at work or just plain out and about. I detested brushing my hair, showering, or changing out of my pj's when I was a kid and since my sister had to take me wherever she desired to go during her watch, she'd make sure to make me look presentable for the public. These days she reminds me every so often how much she hated me for that. Happy Birthday Jo! I love you.

AMELIA'S BIRTHDAY

This past weekend we celebrated Amelia's birthday. First, Friday evening we had an intimate mini celebration with an ice cream cake and Amelia blowing out her first birthday candle. Then the following day, a huge birthday celebration with family and friends. Fun. Fun. Fun. Amelia looked adorable with her hair tied in a little pony "nub." As usual, I wore my functional mommy "uniform"-- consisting of razorback printed tank, black boyfriend blazer, dark gray skinny jeans, and knee-high black boots with jeans tucked in them-- to keep me feeling chic and comfy while attending to Amelia and guests. Accessorizing is a must with the "uniform." DO NOT forget the earrings! Makes a mom feel pretty. The photo doesn't do either of our outfits justice but it's really the only one I had of her (smiling) and I. Amelia's sporting her Coldplay bib... VIVA!

THE FIRSTS...

Today is Amelia’s 1st birthday and just so happens to be my one year anniversary being a mommy as well. YAY!

Alright, I’ve been planning on starting a blog for a while that has to do with either fashion or anything having to do with a stylish lifestyle. I just didn’t know what my take on that would be. I also figured I’d use a blog to express my creativity and assist me in maintaining my sanity. But then, I thought, “Who am I to blog about style and why bother adding on to the myriad of ‘style’ blogs out there?” I’m not a writer, just ask my good friend Marc-- who just so happens to write for a living-- he’ll tell ya. I’d like to think I’m stylish, and bless my husband, Jason, who reassures me day to day that I actually am quite chic. Then it dawned on me, just blog about the person I am now and everything will work itself out. So I thought to write about tips, tricks, and the trials and tribulations of being a chic mommy. My partner in all things creative, Karen, liked this idea, which further convinced me to start a blog.

I thought it fitting to “launch” my blog exactly a year after I became a mommy as I supposed a year’s worth of experience being a mommy making efforts to stay chic would give me some credibility, right?! Besides, that’s a year’s worth of creative build up and ideas for the blog! Being an Aries with delusions of grandeur, I started to think, “I’ll do this and I’ll do that with this blog and blah blah blah blah.” Yet, those anxious feelings one gets right before being judged started creeping up on me as I began to write up my first posting. I’ve been typing and deleting sentence after sentence trying to be witty and perfect in my first blog posting for whoever would read it, but all that really resonates in my head right now is Tiffany saying to me, “It’s a blog. The purpose of it is to write whatever you want. Who cares what people think?!” So, that’s what I’m going to do from this posting on out.

Here’s a blog, for my daughter to look back on one day, and, for your entertainment...