Dear Olivia, Happy Valentine's Day! Starting this letter to you was difficult because I have struggled with this holiday. I felt it was fake, felt it was silly, felt it was forced. But as I watch you grow, watch you take in the world through your sweet, kind, goofy eyes, I want to . . .
We are all guilty of it: making a New Year's Resolution that we bail on by the end of February (if we even make it that long) and then another year passes us by and we can't figure out why our hall closet is still a mess and why we are still late to everywhere we have to go. Listen, I get it. New . . .
We have all been there, you are a new parent and you promised yourself you were going to keep your design aesthetic the same even after kids. You weren't going to have toys everywhere and you were going to keep that white sofa.....and then one day, before you know what happened, you are debating . . .
I remember all the years I lived in New York City, March would come and with it the stores would begin stocking their Spring lines. Easter items would pop up everywhere and yet the snowstorms would still be coming strong. It is a little bit different in California (to say the least!) but I am still . . .