Sometimes I think my style has really evolved since my ratty jeans and T-shirts days when I was in my 20s. And then I take a look at myself and realize that’s what I wear most of the time these days too. My look might (hopefully!) be more refined now. But when I look at this photo, I feel not that much different (style-wise—let’s hope intellectually and emotionally I’m way different!) from that young girl on a road trip to Las Vegas for a Grateful Dead show. Plus, I have basically the same hair, although, truth be told, I had a spiral perm back then. Yep.
If you’ve been to eBay’s Women’s Clothing section this week, you might recognize someone. Yes, that is yours truly. How did this happen? Well, it all started with the lovely Mira (of Mira Mira), who introduced me to Heidi, who happens to be the director at eBay Fashion. We became fast friends, she gave me some really cute hand-me-downs for Ms. Frida, and she asked me to “model” for the site. It was a super-fun day: they did my hair and makeup and gave me a major wardrobe. I guess this is the kind of thing actual models get tired of? Personally, I could like seriously get used to it. If I could get ready like that every day, I think life would be pretty close to perfect.
Apartment Therapy paid me a visit last weekend, and I could not have been more excited (or maniacal trying to get the house in order). I’m dying to see the photos—I’ll keep you posted on when they go live! In the meantime, the whole experience got me thinking about my previous apartments, and all the pieces that have traveled with me through multiple moves all over San Francisco and eventually to Pacifica where we live now. Some of them have stayed in continuous rotation, others were impulse buys that remained in storage until I found a place for them in our current house.
I’ve been at this mom thing for a year and a half now, and Frida, who’s now 18 months old, has created all manner of messes during our time together. A bib mitigates some of the disaster, but some bibs are better than others. Before Frida even came into our lives, we were the lucky recipients of a truck full (literally) of hand-me-downs from generous friends who were moving and getting rid of much of their now three-year-old’s stuff. Among the mountain of goods was a single, apparently never used, Funkie Baby bib. Initially, I loved it because it was adorable—the fabric was decorated with little cowgirls and cowboys riding horses. I loved that it was unisex and non-stereotypical.
The first time I ate Persian food, about 13 or so years ago at Maykadeh in North Beach, Kourosh and I were on maybe our third date. He’s Iranian, and he wanted to introduce me to Persian food. I was eager to try it—I was eager about everything when it came to this handsome Persian, and I wanted to impress him by being WORLDLY. Alas, he was the first Iranian person I’d met in my life, and the first person I’d heard speak Farsi. And Persian food was super foreign-tasting to me—so different from other Middle Eastern and Asian foods I’d eaten. He suggested I order fessenjoon, which I ate enthusiastically—I mean I was not going to admit that the flavors were totally weird to me.
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.
Here’s a little sneak peak of our bedroom, which we’ve been working on a bit over the past few months. It’s finally looking like a grown-up bedroom. We got a new bed frame, new mattress (king!), some awesome pillows and a tapestry from my mother-in-law, and a rug will be delivered any day now. But do you notice something not so grown up ? Yes, that’s our child’s crib. And that’s our child, who is about to turn one and a half in a couple days.
My family and friends have been telling me for months I need to get her into her own bedroom, stat. And my entire life I scoffed at the idea of having my kid in my room with me. Yeah I thought I knew everything about having kids when I didn’t have one. We’ve made progress, though! We’ve gone from having her IN the bed most of the night, to just part of the night, and now, she usually sleeps through the night in her crib. So it seems to be a good time to transition her into her own room, right?
Right, only I can’t stand the idea of her not being there when we wake up. Her room is downstairs! And she’s so schnoogely in the morning—even though her favorite word upon awakening is DADDY. I’m OK with that. But there is the matter of ROMANCE to be addressed. That room has seen very little of it in the past year and a half. Let’s just say the husband is finally willing to see how she’ll do in her own room.
Anyone have experience with this kind of transition? Any tips or tricks? How did it go?? Wish us luck.
So I had a bit of a rough time with the transition into the new year. I didn’t want 2013 to end. I wanted to stop time at this place where I’m so happy it brings me to tears on a regular basis. But the new year went ahead and got started anyway, it really doesn’t care about my issues. So I’m making the best of it. One of my resolutions is to utilize the amazing oceanside hiking we have just blocks from our house. Luckily, I have two very willing partners in this quest.
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.
I am probably the worst procrastinator I’ve ever known. And despite limited scientific evidence that procrastination might actually help you get things done, I’ve always felt it’s mostly a bad trait of mine, especially around the holidays. Baking, decorating and, of course, shopping, end up getting done under duress. But it doesn’t have to be that way anymore, thanks to the amazing advances in shipping speed our civilization has seen in recent years. Case in point: Six Doors lets you ship on the same day as you order from a slew of San Francisco boutiques, including Aldea Home + Baby, A&G Merch, Local Take, Urban Mercantile and tons more.
The folks at Six Doors asked me to curate a collection for them, which you can check out when you download the app. It’s entitled: “California Cool: Gifts cool kids of all ages will love.” It includes a beer bottle belt buckle, antler bottle openers, a really cute toddler dress, a terrarium, and lots more. All of these things you can not only have delivered on the same day as you order, but Six Doors will DELIVER FOR FREE in San Francisco until Christmas Eve—if the store’s open, they’ll deliver. Don’t you feel super ahead of the game all of a sudden?