Sunday, December 21, 2014

A Big Year

I had spectacular plans for 2014 and, specifically, for this blog.  Unfortunately, I find myself up against the final weeks of the year and having only written my New Year’s post in the past 12 months.  My absence certainly hasn’t been for lack of enthusiasm or out of laziness.  In fact, 2014 has been a rather big year for my husband and myself.  

Beginning in March, we learned that we were expecting our first child in November.  This realization put us both in a tailspin - we were renting a townhouse that would never work for our needs as a growing family.  Our house hunt went from casually enthusiastic to aggressively anxious.  We looked at building a new home in a development, a bit of the lazy man’s approach to getting more home in an ever-expanding region.  (Seriously, I fear that Northern Virginia is quickly becoming the next Southern California).  Our hearts were never truly sold, even after walking through the perfectly antiseptic model home several times.  Yes, the layout and execution were ideal - but we’d be on a street of similar homes with mere inches between them.   It was all too cookie cutter for my taste.  

With every early morning dog walk I became more sentimental about our town, small and quaint with a rich history including such characters as JFK and Jackie, Elizabeth Taylor, Bunny Mellon, Linda Tripp (for real!) and a Hitchcock film (Marnie, if you’re curious).  As much as it would be easier to raise a child on street full of other small children, I’d rather raise a child in a place with character and history, eccentrics and the infamous.  

As time ticked by, we became ever more nervous.  We looked at homes in our neighborhood in a goldilocks fashion - too small, too much work, too restrictive.  There was that one home, though, that was just right except for the price.  It was slightly out of reach for us at that very moment.  “If only it were a year from now,” was a constant refrain.  Each morning we’d wake and check for our Zillow alerts as the price began to drop but not quite as much as we needed.  And then it did.  And we jumped on it.  On my husband’s birthday, we officially made an offer and a month later we were moving - literally across the street from our rental.  

Because of the baby preparations, we haven’t made much headway in decorating and finishing the home which would certainly be featured here.  That excitement will come in the new year as we adjust to life with our little man.  So, while 2014 was certainly a big year for us, it was a very personal and intimate one.  

You likely think me crazy for attempting to refocus my attention on my “extracurricular” creative endeavors with a new baby and I probably am (as I type this one-handed while cradling a hiccuping newborn) - but if his birth impressed anything upon me it was that I want my son to be imaginative, brave, bold and a maverick.  I can’t expect any of that if I don”t embody that spirit myself.  Here’s to new beginnings!

Thursday, January 2, 2014


I am a true believer that committing one’s goals to writing and sharing them with at least one other person, or in this case publicly, helps to propel them to success.  My informal, empirical research suggests that keeping your goals a secret may actually hinder your efforts.  Consider the act of looking for a new job or place to live; by sharing your intentions with others, they can provide assistance as well as keep you on track.  With that said, I would like to share my hopes for the New Year with all of you -

**Be bold! Vanquish that other “B” word - boring.

**Live! Or rather, be more spontaneous.  I believe my husband will benefit the most from this one.  I’m rather rigid and fixed in my plans and do not like to deviate from them with regularity. Here’s to a new year of impulsive movie nights and impromptu cocktail parties!

**Speak! I want to learn a new language in 2014.  In the far reaches of my brain lives some German and even less French which have gone relatively unused in about 20 years.  Perhaps I will return to French or start fresh with Italian...

**Be kind! Have you ever noticed the change in someone’s face when you call them by their first name?  Bank teller, the teenager cashing you out at the market or even the unsung heroes of customer service who deal with irate individuals on the phone every day - they all brighten when someone is considerate enough to use their name.  Best applied after two underused words, “thank you”. 

**Bite the bullet! Forget what the Chinese may say, 2014 is the year of the house.  After renting for my entire adult life, which has worked to my advantage as my career has taken me from the Midwest to Los Angeles back to the Midwest to New York and eventually the Washington, D.C. area, I’m now keen to put down some roots.  

Tuesday, December 31, 2013


Have a remarkable celebration as we say goodbye to 2013 and ring in 2014.  Here's to living boldly in the new year and never losing your curiosity of the world around you.  

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Married to a Peacock

This image is the perfect illustration of my life with Bow Tie Guy.

Sunday, January 27, 2013

"Life is a banquet...

...and most poor suckers are starving to death."
Auntie Mame

Wiser words have never been uttered.  My one and only resolution for 2013 was to LIVE and I consider Mame Dennis my personal life coach.  

This gentlemen doesn't need to be reminded to live with abandon.  We should all take a cue from him. 

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Ain't She Sweet

Wasn't Dame Maggie Smith dazzling?  I'd argue she still is!