Stay with me, this is going to get a little mushy. I'm grateful for:
Sleeping Turkey by Amy Gale.
The spooookiest of holidays is nearly upon us! Are you ready?
This is the first Halloween P1 is really old enough to register what's going on (last year, I don't think she realized her Supergirl costume was a costume and not just a regular dress, and when we took her to a Halloween block party she freaked out at the costumes and noise and basically cried until we left), so I'm excited to see how she takes to it. I can still remember all my Halloween costumes from when I was a kid (like the little mermaid costume that my mom made from scratch, down to each individual scale on the tale), and the best houses for trick-or-treating (my friend Molly had a neighbor who would rent a cotton candy machine every year!).
As our little ones grow, I've been thinking more about what will be the traditions and rituals that help provide structure and stability to our lives. I think back on my childhood and the rituals that marked it; a lot revolve around the holidays (and, apparently, food). The lamb with mint jelly my mom would make for Passover; my aunt Jill's "better than Robert Redford" dessert at Thanksgiving; breakfast burritos on the beach with my sister the day after Thanksgiving; going to Disneyland on my birthday (perks of growing up in Southern California!).
Happy Labor Day, y'all! Grateful for this extra day off, even as we spend it cooped up inside, potty training a toddler who keeps expressing sadness at losing her diapers. Sigh. Hopefully your plans involved more fun and fewer arguments. If you're still trying to think of what to bring to your potluck/BBQ/picnic, I've rounded up some of our favorites from the archives and around the web. And if you have any potty training tips, please share them in the comments below!
Yesterday was J's birthday. Every year, we do a mix of something-old/something-new.
*Blog more. It's been shameful, I know. With some good reasons, but not all, but one reason - technological difficulties - is being solved because J's buying me a new laptop! Since my old Mac has just about given up doing anything besides spinning wheel of death.
Happy three-day weekend! Just in case you wanted to sport the stars and stripes head to toe, I'm here to let you know that it is possible.
Top to bottom, left to right:
1) Sweater, available at ASOS.
2) American Apparel bikini.
3) Legging from teeki.
4) Americana aviators at Urban Outfitters.
5) Keds shoe available at Nordstrom.
Plus, my favorite potato salad recipe ever: I'm planning to make some this weekend with sliced black olives, thinly sliced red radishes from the farmer's market, and scallions, and then I'm going to try very hard to subsist on more than just rose and giant bowlfuls of potato salad (but that's what summer holiday weekends are for).
The High Holy Days - Rosh Hashana and Yom Kippur and the intervening Days of Awe - are an interesting time of year for me.
At synagogue, we talk about our sins and past transgressions. We read prayers and hear sermons about asking others for forgiveness for the wrongs we've committed against them, and we take time to reflect on our misdeeds.
Here's the thing though: I already have tendencies toward the neurotic, the anxious, the self-obsessed. I'm pretty good at playing on endless loop in my head those conversations where I brushed someone off, where I was impatient or unkind, where I said something mean or thoughtless or cruel.
I'm pretty good at kicking myself when I'm already down, at beating myself up for not working hard enough, or doing a good enough job, or for being and giving less than my best. When someone else does something sweet for me, I can start to run through the tally in my head to see where I've let them down before, where I've been less generous, where I've failed to deserve the kindness they are showing me. It's not a healthy cycle.
I don't really need some external pressure to focus on my fuck-ups: it's taken a lot of work to be able to focus on anything else.
So sometimes this time of year leads me into a slump, where I just double down on the negative thoughts in my head of all the times I've done wrong.
I don't think that's really what the holiday is about.
This is also the time of year for forgiveness. This year I realized that that includes me, too. So this year, I'm asking myself for forgiveness.
I've tossed my bread crumbs into the water, and I'm going to take that symbolic fresh start and run with it and not look back.
I'll never be perfect, and I'll always make mistakes. But I can keep trying, and growing, and hoping for more good days to outweigh the bad. And I'm not going to - or at least, I'm trying hard not to - let the weight of my past mistakes pull me down so that I get too disheartened to move forward, to try again, to try harder.
It's a fresh start, and I'm moving forward.
*Life: Available for a Limited Time Only is a poster by Words Brand available at Society6. Honestly Not Even Trying to Be Here is a piece I photographed at a previous DUMBO ArtWalk and I screwed up and don't know the artist. The bottom picture was taken by me at Governor's Ball one year.