Last weekend, we made our second trip to Blink, where these photos were taken. If you need portraits or any type of professional photos, it’s a fantastic place. They’re fast, inexpensive, and they take amazing photographs. I wrote more about how it works here. They also recently moved to a new, fabulous location at the Corte Madera Town Center.
I thought the photos would be a nice way to commemorate Frida’s 18-month birthday, which is on Sunday, January 12. It’s so hard to believe she’s been in our lives for a year and a half. It was actually four days after she was born that we got the call around 10am on a Monday. We picked her up at SF General at 5pm that same day. When we arrived, the birth family was still there, and we had to wait in a small room with a social worker from Family Builders (a wonderful organization for anyone considering adoption). Sitting still is rarely doable for me, and here I felt I was bouncing off of the walls. We waited maybe 20 minutes but it felt like hours.
In June, on Adoption Day. Photo by Jen Sullivan Brych
It’s January 2, but I’m still clinging to 2013, because it has been the best year of my life. The biggest, happiest event came in June when the husband and I adopted Frida. She was just shy of a year old. I never in a kajillion years could have predicted the joy and amazingness she has brought to our lives.
I know: all mothers say this kind of thing. And confession: I didn’t totally believe them before. Where is the joy in getting no sleep for months on end? You have a small human screaming at the cafe because you wouldn’t let her grab the scalding coffee. The scene is amazing, not in a good way. Primary-colored toys litter your muted mid-century modern living room. Tragic. And all that poop and barf. No.
You’ve probably seen enough essays about the wonder and magic of motherhood and I’m not going to add to the volumes here. Just trust me, it’s f***ing awesome. (I can’t swear on my blog just in case my mom reads it, but this is one of those times I need the emphasis.)
And, OK, I’m somewhat willing to acknowledge 2014, because everyone says being a mom just gets better. It’s hard to believe, but this time I guess I’ll go ahead and believe them.
Simon Doonan and Me
Simon Doonan was in town recently to promote his new book The Asylum: A Collage of Couture Reminiscences… and Hysteria, and I had an appointment to interview him at 2:30pm, ahead of his signing at Barneys at 3 pm. I needed to brush up on him—I knew he’d been a window dresser at Barneys and worked his way up the ranks there, and that he was a snappy dresser himself, but I needed to learn more to do an intelligent interview. So I Googled him (naturally), and came across an excerpt from the book at Slate about Kate Moss. It turned out to be the perfect read before the interview for its extensive discussion about the plusses of being from a “crap town.” He’s from Reading, outside of London, and he writes that Kate Moss is from an equally crap town in a different area outside London, as was the photographer who’s responsible for making Moss a household name.