When we moved in our Swiss chalet the bedroom was the first room I put together and it stayed my favorite room in the house for quite a bit.
Then this summer I became displeased with it and decided I needed to lighten it up a bit. It was too dark, formal and cave-like.
You know that dream where you’re back in high-school? Well, it’s come true.
It’s official, the nineties are back in style this year. Expect beanies, plaid shirts, knee-highs and chunky boots.
The problem I have with that is I live in a boarding school, and it might be a tad freaky to see today’s kids dressed like I did in high-school. Like a bad deja-vu. Or a joke meant to make me feel old?
Anna Wintour I’m shaking my fist at you.
When I heard about the concept of capsule wardrobe I was immediately intrigued. The promise is to simplify deciding what to wear and packing, yet the challenge is collecting just the right kind and amount of stuff.
With this idea on the back of my mind I’ve put together a few things for my personal capsule wardrobe.
I have to say I’ve been pretty pleased with the results and the amount of wear I’m getting out of these items.
As I’m not working at the moment I even have the privilege of considering badass boots and a leather skirt (both from Zara) as basic wear-everywhere items.
Before I got pregnant with Anna I never kept lists. I always remembered everything, even what groceries we needed off the top of my head.
Then I got a bad case of the “mommy brain”. These days I keep several lists going at once. One of my favorites is the “next Ikea trip list”. Whenever my husband surprises me by wanting to go I’m ready.
Today I discovered that making a visual list is even more fun.
They say having a baby turns your whole life upside-down.
After 4 months of being a parent I can see why they say that, but I find the statement limiting to a certain extent.
Of course life has changed, but the way it’s structured is still very me. I’m thriving in trying to organize this beautiful chaos into something constructive (any other fellow Virgos out there?). Marveling in the wonder of getting to know my baby. What she needs, how to nurture her, how to keep her smiling and learning herself. That’s so me.
Life is also still very us.
We like being comfortable, going to bed early, rewarding ourselves with a Thai lunch when we can sneak one in, watching videos of our baby when she’s sleeping in her room because we miss her.
All our ambitious plans are still there and growing. We dream of going to China or Japan soon and are not afraid to say we want to be a globetrotting family.
My birthday is coming up and I’ll be 37. I can honestly say I don’t need anything this year. I couldn’t possibly want more.
I’m still going to buy the old self a new pair of boots. Only the good die young and I want to live to be 100.
Having Anna has made me a lot more conscious of the kind of interaction little girls get every day.
Sure she’s a baby now and in fact may even respond better to baby talk and compliments than anything else but I’m (already) tired of the endless “how cute” or “pretty girl” comments. I’d rather have a thoughtful conversation about her development.
Seems like the world isn’t really that interested, though.
It made me want to re-read this article I bookmarked a long time before Anna was even born.
At the time it struck a chord, and now I understand why.
I always took for granted being talked to like a normal person since I was a baby. I guess my mom even went overboard, as was the trend in the feminist 70’s. Some battles were lost (pink and Barbies=the devil) but I guess the real lesson stuck.