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April 27th, 2012
I live for them.
Happy weekend, friends!
xoxo
Days of Summer
September 23rd, 2011
So long Summer!
You blew in early with a dry heat, so eager to make your appearance that our Spring was almost nonexistent. You brought us sweltering days, giant dust storms, and near the end of your stay, a few gloomy monsoon rains. While I don’t think we’ll miss your 100° plus days, we’re so grateful for all the fun you brought us this year.
You made us venture out for ice cream dates, warmed up our picnics, and took us out to the zoo. The sun warmed our skin as we ran through sprinklers and dodged fat drops of hose water.
You took us to the beach where we played in waves and sand and tasted the salty water of Summer.
You brought us birthdays, an anniversary, a handful of firsts and milestones, and a reason to stay inside and play.
You were good to us, Summer. Thanks for the memories, see you next year.
Now bring on the Fall!!
(Some favorite moments from this Summer)
1. sprinklers in the afternoon
2. happiness
3. Poppy takes a turn
4. park time on an unseasonably chilly day
5. Mother’s Day
6. Zuri the Giraffe at the Phoenix Zoo
7. carousel girl
8. she loves the zoo
9. sweets on the bed
10. five years married
11. San Diego vacation with family
12. playing with Daddy and Uncle Ben
13. birthday candles
14. Ella gets her big girl bed!
15. goldilocks
How excited are you for Fall?! (We? Are very stoked!) Do you have a favorite memory from this past season?
xo, Katy
Saturday, What A Day!
June 11th, 2011
(Groovin’ all week with you…) I’ve had the “Happy Days” theme song stuck in my head all day. Not sure, but it might be Ant’s fault. I recently found out it was his favorite show growing up. Mine has always been “I Love Lucy” (and always, forever and ever will be), but I also really really loved “Laverne and Shirley”. Actually that and “Happy Days” were about tied in my book. But I find it funny that he loved The Fonz.
And here is my tangent for the evening:
My best friend growing up (and still!) Erin and I would watch those old shows religiously. Like turn on the WB (remember the WB?!) or TBS during the day or Nick at Nite on sleepover nights and leave the TV on, glowing and entertaining us with those old shows. They’re like old friends. I miss them often. Why aren’t those goodies on TV any more? I want to see Laverne and Shirl’, Richie and Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham again. I miss Taxi Tony Danza and Latka. And I’d love to see the shenanigans of Chrissy Snow and Jack Tripper again. And speaking of Tony Danza, what about “Who’s the Boss”? That’s not nearly as old, but I’d take that too. And “The Wonder Years”…don’t get me started on “The Wonder Years.” I made Ant find the entire series a few years ago and I think it’s time to delve into them again.
It’s Summertime and those shows are forever engrained into my Summertime state of mind. Does anyone know if these nuggets of TV gold are shown at all anymore?
I think this one portrays just how hot it was today…
Anyway, Saturday, what a day! I woke up this morning with a craving for an Arnold Palmer and remembered the last one I’d tasted was on our anniversary date night a couple weeks ago. Ant had run into Lux and grabbed me a soy latte and an Arnold Palmer for himself. It was made with Hibiscus tea and it was delicious. I sipped my latte and wished I had gotten that Arnold Palmer instead. (But this is often how it works with us. Ant always picks the thing that’s just a teensy bit better and then I get sad and jealous. I kind of, just a little, think he does this on purpose. Hehee, just maybe. So lately I’ve given in and I just order what he’s getting if I think there’s a chance his taste might trump mine. And it usually does.)
such a hipster goose
So after a little playtime for the girls and a little DIY project for me (my first tutorial, to be blogged later this week!), we headed out for downtown Phoenix. We stopped at Butter Toast Boutique for a little browsing first, then made it over to Lux. We sat on the patio and snacked on a peanut butter thumbprint cookie and a salted caramel brownie, oh my.
Since we were around the corner, we couldn’t help but visit Frances and check out their new studio with the loveliest pairs of shoes. Oh I can dream, I can dream.
Pouty ride home…Mama can only get so funny and big sister is being a scary loud roaring monster beside her
I think it was just the little outing I needed. When we came home, I got straight to work making (up) an early dinner, and it was good! I wish I had photographed it along the way, but I might still try to salvage a post out of it. I need some content for that little kitchen section up there on that little pink ribbon.
Sometimes all you need to jumpstart your whole self again is a little impromptu break from the ordinary. I am feeling refreshed and energized and get this, creative! I think I’m going to have a date with my plush dolls tonight. Maybe we’ll make some mochas and search out The Fonz. Or a little Kevin Arnold. Kevin Arnold will always do…
(By the way, my very first crush ever was on a fellow second grader named Kevin A. Kevin Arnold from the first season of “The Wonder Years” always makes me think of him. Because I was Katy A., I was lucky enough to sit next to him in our little desk pod. We actually played footsies under our desks. I think that’s the only time I ever played footsies with anyone. All the other girls liked Johnny R. But I liked Kevin A…)
Hope you are having a wonderful weekend! I’ll be back soon with Poppy’s five month post!
Sweetest wishes, Katy
How I Styled: Dreams and Memories
March 3rd, 2011
I don’t really know what to call this outfit. I’d been referring it as Hippie Farmgirl but that really doesn’t sound appealing, does it? It’s not too much hippie and it’s not too much farmgirl either, but it’s got just enough sprinklings of each sense to bring me to that title. It’s the best I’ve got. (As I was working on this post, Ant said it reminded him of Mary Ann from Gilligan’s Island. I can see that, aside from the fact that I’m in high waisted jeans instead of short shorts, and a button up instead of a halter. I am a modest Mary Ann. But I can see the similarities, I really can.)
I wore this outfit to go on a shopping run to a cake supply store with a friend. Oh how I’d been wanting to make it there for some time, and I’m so glad my bud Erin had this little nugget up her sleeve. I see many happy returns for birthdays, and Easter, and Christmas, and just because…
Anyway, this store has shelves of sprinkles. Shelves. Of sprinkles. Themes, holidays, a rainbow of colors. It was overwhelming for my indecisive self. I came away with purple polka dot cupcake liners and tiny heart sprinkles that Ella & I used to fancy up our Valentine treats. (Sooo, that’s how behind I am in posting this.)
My favorite parts of this outfit are the pieces that were passed down to me from family.
The belt belonged to my dad until he passed it on to my sister in her high school years. I was so envious. Something about this belt, the way it is permanently shaped into a dipping curve in the middle, is so endearing. You can tell it was worn a lot and must have been loved. When my sister packed her drawers and moved to San Francisco, she gave me the belt. It was a very emotional moment for me…
Wait, or did I just make that up? I kind of remember getting it on loan? Now I don’t know if I’m supposed to have it or not…
Do you ever do that? Confuse made up memories with real ones? I think I do it pretty often. It’s just like my favorite line ever, from The Wonder Years – let me share.
“As I stepped back up to the plate… all the cares, all the worries, all the burdens I’d carried around for the past few days just disappeared. Suddenly, the outside world fell away. It was just me. And baseball. My moment had arrived. And I knew what I had to do. I’m not sure how I did it. My memory begins with the crack of the bat, and the sight of the ball rising. Maybe that’s not exactly the way it happened. But that’s the way it should have happened, and that’s the way I like to remember it. And if dreams and memories sometimes get confused well… that’s as it should be. Because every kid deserves to be a hero… every kid already is.”
Pause…tear. It gets me every time. I need me some Wonder Years, pronto.
Well. I’ll stick with the memory (made up or not) of my sister passing this belt on to me. It seems sort of like a right of passage. I like to think that in her eyes, I had earned this belt.
(Teresa, what’s your version? And what ever happened to our agreement over joint custody of the rain lamp and the gnome lamp? I seem to remember you giving that rain lamp a permanent home hanging from your ceiling, but then I also seem to remember hearing how it fell to the ground. Let me know if a swap is in order…I’ve got a gnome hat to glue back onto a little gnome’s head. We sound like awful lamp owners.)
Outfit:
Button up: Old Navy
High waisted jeans: BDG at UO
Sandals: Steve Madden
Necklace: my dad’s
Dream Belt: my sister’s via my dad
