Dropping Weight

Spring is always a good time for cleaning, organizing, and changing things up. For someone who easily tires of things, I've maintained the same hair for a while now. Tucker grabbed a fistful and used it to lift himself from sitting to standing last weekend, and I knew it was time for a change.

Luckily someone at Locks of Love will benefit from my 10 inches of hair purge (and my shoulders and morning routine have as well).

Something New (?)

With May being the busiest (and best) month in my household, wishlists are often referenced (our toddler's 2nd birthday, my 31st birthday, Mother's Day, etc). This year I am hungry for a new bag. My last really great new bag was in 2009 for law school graduation (a classic LV Damier) and I'm craving a new addition to the collection.

In keeping with my new life as a working mother, the extravagance I once fancied on occasion is long gone. Practicality has set in, and though I have become accustomed to many money saving strategies, I haven't kicked the purse habit. A compromise (which really defines day to day life with a toddler) is in the works.

This Pour La Victoire Hobo is on the list

Marc by Marc Jacobs Tote

J.Crew's two-toned satchel

Michael Kors super preppy seasonal top handle

Spring Soiree

The Annual Portledge Gala- my first year as an attendee and not a slave to the event. Remember 2 years ago when I was 9 months pregnant and had to find an appropriate dress for the event? I wore these same Jimmy Choos even 3 weeks pre-delivery.

In addition to savoring eating my dinner actually seated at the table this year, I also enjoyed bidding on an array of unaffordable auction items, only to end up with a tissue box holder and a gift certificate to Limani for which I paid face value. No worries, a night with free babysitting (my mom) and an open bar is never wasted money.

Its OK Thursday

Its OK.....

To wake up on a Sunday feeling like you were out partying all night, simply after 2 glasses of wine and getting to bed after midnight

That trips to Target on my lunch hour have replaced using the gym, as was the original plan of joining the facility inside my office building

To not really understand what people are talking about when they look at your son who is turning 2 next week, and say how the time has just flown by

That hearing said son say his own name for the first time, after undergoing ENT surgery 2 weeks ago, is the single best moment of the year to date

Wedding Bells

A weekend of parties put the hubby's tux through the wringer, but its a great chance to finally wear some bright tiers and high heels. Driving my mom's SL 550 around for the night doesn't hurt either!

Dress: Ann Taylor, Shoes: Stuart Weitzman, Necklace: Loft, Tux: Calvin Klein

What's your favorite excuse to dress up and drink cocktails?

Spring Spots

Navy and orange is not new, not novel, and not noteworthy. But it is still amazing, and each spring, it feels as fresh as a vase of cut tulips on Easter Sunday. I don't pretend to be edgy, as I obviously like stripes and collared shirts far too much for that claim (though my husband might argue to the contrary when I come home after a long day of work and find that there are dirty dishes in the sink). So I am comfortable not pushing the limits of stalwart style and instead reveling in a reliable ensemble.

This look is head to to toe J.Crew, including the bag. Again, not clever, original, or inspiring, but sometimes its just easier that way :)

Trials and Tribulations (part II)

Though I love going to NYC for my weekly or so client meetings, and feeling pangs for my old post-college life in Murray Hill, this week the trip was not such a joy. Like all things, the honeymoon eventually ends and fatigue overcomes optimism. The ticket machine would only take cash. In 2013, who has cash in their wallet? I shoved my one and only $20 into the slot to pay the ridiculous $12.50 one way fare. The machine spit out a hundred coins in return, which promptly exploded from the slot and landed in various locations around my feet and those of the 3 angry people waiting in line behind me. Too embarrassed to collect all one hundred small coins, i scrapped up what I could (chipping a nail on the cement as I raked them into my freezing cold hand) and hobbled off to the platform.

Ill spare the details of the day (which involved waiting for 20 minutes on the incorrect subway platform for a train that never came, tripping on a sidewalk in Brooklyn in front of several lawyers on their way to Federal Court, and missing the direct train home).  In my haste to catch the long, connecting train I was left with as my only option, I failed to remember I had only bought a one way ticket from the machine earlier in the day, and realized I had no ticket in Jamaica. The conductor was humorless and angry, and nearly gave me a paper cut on my chin as he ripped a bill from his fanny pouch and tossed it at me with snippy instructions to pay at a window in Penn Station. And people wonder why NYC residents are so jaded.