The best weekend …
We did nothing this weekend and it was just wonderful. After the Airbnb project (more blogging on that to come, but check out Snoop’s right now) and Vegas we needed a weekend that was just ours. I needed to not have any commitments; nothing except cuddling a certain baby and enjoying our new house which I still never want to leave.
Friday afternoon I had a sitter watch Charlie while I got a massage with my best friend and then had a couple drinks. It was lovely, wonderful and a new friday ritual. Then Brian and I watched the Veronica Mars movie (me for the second time) and went to bed at 10:30 mainly so I could wake up and have the fullest, happiest day possible with one Sir. Charles Henderson.
Saturday I woke up at 7:00, mentally begging Charlie to get up early (he woke up at 7:30) and then we went on a 3 mile hilly walk where I caught up with my mom on the phone. Afterwards, I instagrammed this makeup free pic where I got a lot of good advice on how to properly wear my baby. Whoops. And for the record he can absolutely hold his head up himself, he was just sleepy in this photo – I’m not walking around with my baby’s head slumped over for an hour, I promise – I support with with my hands, too.
So for our Sunday walk I used my more complicated (but yes WAY more comfortable) Stokke Carrier. So don’t worry, America, Charlie Henderson’s hip flexors are healthy and happy.
To celebrate his hip flexors I bought an awesome antique persian rug. Here’s the deal with traditional persian rugs – I love them in theory but they are often in bad colors. So when I saw this (3’x6′) I knew it had to be in my entryway. Those colors are just perfectly me. Besides, right now I have a lot of new things in the house so this rug is giving everything else some soul. ($1900 down to $350 … I mean, rug dealers are, ahem, challenging …). Not a steal, but a good enough price for how unique it is.
Oh and then naturally I decided to throw in this rug, too. I hadn’t been out of the house is 5 days (I’m not kidding) so apparently I panicked and was desperate to shop as if it was a post apocalyptic world where the vintage rugs that we own will determine what level in the new caste system we belong to. Don’t worry, Brian, we are in the ‘Very high because you hoard a lot of vintage rugs’ class. I really am useful sometimes.
I love this rug, but in retrospect it wasn’t as wise of a choice. I don’t exactly have a space for it … but i do have a bench that is dying for a redo so this bad boy might be on a piece of furniture ($200 for 2×8 at a random rug store on La Brea next to Sycamore Kitchen)
Then I went to my lovely friend Danielle Krysa’s book signing at Skylight Books in Los Feliz. I don’t want to gush but trust me that if she lived here we would be hanging out every weekend – shopping, brunching, playing with our respective ‘Charlies’ (yes both our sons our named Charlie). Plus she is a total humble inspiration.
I look like I clearly took the ‘Lean In’ advise literally as I’m about to topple Danielle over. No matter. I HIGHLY recommend buying her book. In her book she interviews 50 incredible artists and asks them how they get over creative blocks. It’s such a simple but genius idea with a ton of practical, approachable advise.
I think its SUCH a good gift for anyone that is pursuing a creative career or hobby. I’m serious. I LOVE IT and have picked it up over and over this weekend. Buy it HERE.
Then Sunday morning I went for another big walk and then did a solo shopping trip to Target (my first since I’ve been officially on Team Red, read about that exciting partnership HERE) and bought A LOT of very exciting accessories and textiles for my house. I was there at 9:30 am, it was so quiet, I got my pick of everything and it was just wonderful. I was there for an hour and a half, went through every single aisle and happily cleaned that joint out.
Meanwhile my family room is coming along (more details on that this week) with my new sectional, pouf, curtains, lamp, blanket and basket. After I played decorator all day (on Sunday)we took the kids to Golden Road Brewery and had such an idyllic Sunday afternoon with our best friends who also have a kid (its a kid friendly joint).
Then Brian and I curled up on above sectional and watched Nate Berkus’ American Dream Builders which I liked for the most part but am dying for more details/photos of the designs (those before/after pans go so fast you don’t get to see so much of what they did).
And then last night this guy started giggling for the first time. And he couldn’t stop. And I wanted to cry and die and put him in my mouth, chew him up and swallow him so that I can have him near me for the rest of my life. Don’t even bother nominating any band in 2014 for the Grammies; the sound of Sir. Charles Henderson’s laugh has just won all ‘best sound ever’ awards.
And now its Monday, and this is how Charlie feels about Monday:
Me, too. But don’t worry, Charlie, Mondays (while definitely the worst) are only 24 hours long and then Tuesdays come along. And Tuesdays are only 4 days away from Fridays. So we are on our way to another very fun weekend.
Thanks for listening to the rant. Sometimes I over think posts (which can take weeks to write) and sometimes I’m like, ‘why not just post pics and ramble aimlessly about my life?’
Clearly I chose the latter this time :) I hope your weekend was full of baby laughter, breweries, shopping, friends, and walks. Thanks for listening, friends. Have an excellent Monday.