Goodbye, Old Friend.

I bought this car brand new.

When I was 20 years old. 

One month before DRL and I started hanging out.

Three months before 9/11.

I loved this car.
I washed it often.
Detailed the interior once a month.
And I felt proud owning it.
It stood for all that I had accomplished since high school.
I was responsible enough to purchase a brand. new. car.

There were months when I wished I didn't have the payment.
When I wondered how I was going to pay the bill.
But I did.
On time.
Every month.
Until it was finally MINE.

Then we got pregnant with Elena, and the car became DRL's primary mode of transportation.
The Pizza Car.
And I missed it.
Very much.

But soon I got the CR-V, and forgot all about my old new car.
It got dusty.
It looked sad.
And then the day came when it was no longer needed.
DRL washed it.
Changed its oil and rotated the tires.
And we sold it.

It backed out of my driveway moments ago.
I am a little sad to see it go.

But I had to make room in the garage for this....

Zoom-Zoom!
A

It's in the Bag

This is the Kelly Moore Camera bag.

I just pre-ordered my very own.

I can use it to carry my camera.

And diapers.

And wipes and bottles and socks and toddler undies.

And a wallet.

iPhone.

Keys.

I can use it for my new job.

If I get it.

(I hope I  get it.....)

It will arrive sometime mid- to late- May.

Smack in between Mother's Day and

my wedding anniversary.

Have I mentioned how I'm the most impatient person ever?

This is going to be torture....

Cheers,

A

Wednesday Wisdom

*My maternity leave is officially over. I went back to work today.  In fact, I am there right now. (shhhh...)

*I fly to Austin next Wednesday for another interview.  Then I will work the territory with the Regional Manager on Thursday. We'll take a couple doctors to lunch, visit a few therapy clinics, see the city, drive the region.  I'm excited.

*Being back at work....feels like I never left.  I'd like another three months off, please.

*Paid.

*I hate pumping.  H.A.T.E.  I feel like a cow.  But it's a necessary evil.

*I miss my baby.  And my girl.  And I can't wait to get home to them.

*I broke in a new shirt and a new pair of shoes today.  Yay for having a reason to be out of my pajamas!

*I'm working on a blog post that will be witty, sarcastic, and full of the self-deprecation you've come to expect from me.

*It's going to be deeeeelicious.

Cheers,
A

HautHaus: Waconia Edition

I worked for HautHaus again today.

This time, Holly and I went to Emily and Bill's amazing home in Waconia.

Emily is a charming woman. 

Friendly.

Radiant.

Stylish (Skinny jeans. Striped tee.  Tousled Pixie.  Need I say more?!?!) 

And her daughter Claire was a delight. 

Imaginative.

Indepedendent. 

Full of Whimsy.

This hangs in the entryway.  It is not a HautHaus design, but it deserved a place in this posting.

I am In.LOVE with this chair. Turtle doves? Are you kidding.

Sign me up.

For two.

Or twenty. 

I don't care.  I want them all.

Proof that curtains can meet in a corner and do so fabulously.

Effortlessly.

Brilliant.

By far one of my favorite photos of the day.  The banister was picked out by Emily herself. 

From the woods outside her home.  

What creative vision.

And her and Claire playing in the background.

Just being themselves.

Mother and daughter.

Girls.

Friends.

I'd like seventeen-gagillion of these, too, please.

Emily and Bill used to live in London. 

They hung maps of the city in their kitchen so they can point to the exact location where their home sits.

Proof that it IS okay to fill the frame with a face.

Especially when they are this adorable.

And because no HautHaus shoot would (seemingly) be complete with a pet-star...

Meet Kitty.

And,
Like last time....
Call now
Don't delay.
There NEEDS to be a HautHaus in your future.

Cheers,
A

(P.S. I go back to work tomorrow. Officially.  Ugh.)

Happy Monday

Cheers,
A

Pillow Fight

Not so long ago I made Elena a quilt.  

Then I made a coordinating one for Stella.

A few nights ago Elena's crib was converted to a toddler bed.

I thought she could use a pillow

I didn't want to buy a full size smother-my-daughter-while-she's-sleeping-because-it's-huge pillow, and the only place I found "toddler" sized pillows was Pottery Barn Kids.

And it is far away.

And I can't be sure that if I went there I would leave with only a pillow.

So...

I channelled my inner octogenarian, and I made one.

And then, 

Because I love them equally, 

I made one for Stella.

I have to stuff it, still.

And because I love you, 

here's a gratuitously cute photo of my girl.

Cheers,
A