Mom Jeans. It’s not something that only plagues 50 year olds anymore, or even just misguided 20-somethings. No, it’s seeping down to the very beginnings of our society, trying to infiltrate our babies by starting them off as Mom Jean loyalists at the youngest of age. You know it. You’ve seen it. Too many styles […]
Don’t Mess With The UMU.
Dear Newbie, We need to talk. I know you’re not to the cognitive point where that is really possible yet, but I need you to concentrate really hard and grow a brain because WE NEED TO TALK. You may not be fully aware of this, but there are some specific and finely negotiated agreements between […]
The Magical Smoothie.
I’m a smoothie connoisseur. Fruit only – no milk or yogurt. Whether I’m making my own, buying them from the only Smoothie shop I deem acceptable (Planet Smoothie), or getting lucky and getting a really good one at some random place, there’s no greater joy than a good smoothie. But no smoothie that I’ve ever […]
Just Call Me Granny.
I am officially old. Because, you see, the first sign of old age is to be completely weirded out by “This Generation’s Music”. I’ve stayed hip and open-minded for quite a while, but two artists have put me over the edge and, in so doing, over the hill. Lady Gaga and Ke$ha. Besides the fact […]
If I Had My Wedding to Do Over Again, I’d be Hispanic.
Seeing as how the weather is at that perfect point of brand new warmth and beauty, paired with the fact that pollen week seems to be over, we absolutely had to spend our Saturday outdoors. We started with an outdoor lunch at Chez Lulu. I don’t know about you, but we adhere to some pretty […]
Yogurt Mountain and the Dreadful Case of Underbutt.
There’s a new hangout in Birmingham. It is most definintely the hippest of all places to go, especially if you’re under 18 years old. The esteemed and worshipped ascent to Yogurt Mountain. Careful, though. It is dangerously addictive. I am afraid that my husband is hopelessly and forever strung out on the place. When it […]
In Sickness and in Health, by Scratch or by Box…
My family is a “from scratch” kind of family. As I was growing up, we ate three homemade meals a day together, all made lovingly from scratch, as were any desserts that were ever made. (At least that’s how I remember it – albeit potentially a bit idealistic-childhood-memory-esque.) And my Mom wasn’t the only cook […]
A Pair of Greeks.
I always find the beach to be an inspiring place to take pictures of Ali. There’s something about the lighting…the color her eyes are down there…the air…the surroundings. Granted, she wasn’t quite in the mood for photography this weekend, and when I did get her cornered, she didn’t want to put down her fork… And […]
The Issue of Smock
This post is dedicated to my friends Nikki and Ashley, with whom I have had many deep and philosophical conversations about smock. My Mom could be a millionaire. You see, she knows how to smock. Well. And, if you haven’t noticed, smocked clothes have, in some circles, become the epitome of children’s fashion and (can […]
Spring Break Means Nothing To Me.
…except that it means that half of you all are off, gallivanting around on the warm sunny beaches of the world while I’m stuck in The Neverending Winter. I’m pretty sure God typoed and selected “Alaska” instead of “Alabama” on the pull-down menu when he put in our Weather Order for this year. But back […]