Dear Mom


Becoming a mom wasn’t something that I was ever afraid of. I was mentally prepared for all of the things that I would need to do. I was a nanny from 12 (yep, I have always been an old soul) until I left for college. I knew how to warm frozen breast milk and deal with a blowout. I had practiced the creeping out of the room as they fell asleep maneuver. Basically, I was confident going in to being a mother. It helped having an amazing example of a mother, but if I’m being totally transparent I was eager (and stubborn) to do it all myself and not need help. I still am in ways, but that’s another story for another day.
Having Elliot was by far the most humbling experience I have ever had. It doesn’t matter how much you think you know or are prepared for, there is absolutely nothing. NOTHING. That can prepare you for the love that you feel as a mother. For the absolute joy and absolute fear that can all be happening at the same time. I struggle to even write this, because there aren’t words. I’ll keep it short and say that moms are insane. We are overbearing. We are (or should be) an unfiltered support group for one another. We nag. We forget to brush our teeth. We hover. We worry. We are silly. We are hard on you. We let you fall. We pick you up. We wipe tears. We make smiles. We think about you before we think about ourselves. We don’t want to let you grow up, but are so excited and proud to see who you will become. We see ourselves in you, good and sometimes bad. And we love. Unconditionally.

So to my own Mom. I get you a little bit more after these last few years and thank you, quite simply because I don’t have any better words. To expecting moms. Brace yourself for the most fearfully wonderful ride. To new moms. Come find me if you need a hug and a moment of “holy crap”. And to the moms who have experienced loss. I sincerely hope that your loss and sadness are one day met with overwhelming joy and healing.

“Mom” Shirt 



PJ Day

As a Mom, Mondays are my favorite. Mondays are, as often as I am able to, reserved for being at home with E. Recovering the house from the weekend (by Sunday night, I’m literally dying to clean) and being with E are the only two priorities. I am ordinarily a get up and dressed-for-the-day kind of person, but I give myself Mondays to keep my pajama pants on, throw on a clean shirt and have an easy, at-home day.

Elliot is at an amazing age: she still wants to match me (Hanna Andersson has the most amazing pajamas for the entire family. Once you start, they’re pretty hard to beat comfort wise) and tells me that I am her best friend, but she is also more independent with each day. If I have things to get done in the kitchen, she posts up at the sink and will play with scoops and bubbles for hours. I am constantly in awe of the wonderful imagination that she has; in ways it has challenged me to revisit my own that may have been lost in the cob webs. Something that I am learning as she gets older is that she has a desire to help and be a part of what is going on, so her sink playtime is evolving into her being given tiny tasks and loving every second of it.

Back to the Hannas, though. I am incredibly picky about what I sleep in. I don’t love regular pajama pants because they ride up my legs and end up in a nice glob behind my knees. Leggings make me feel claustrophobic and joggers are too tight of elastic around the ankle. Enter Hanna Andersson legging pajamas. The have a nice wide ankle, so they don’t ride up my leg or cut in to my lower calf and the are so. freaking. soft. They use all organic cotton and have an unconditional guarantee. What else can you ask for?

Who else is picky like me? Or am i the only spaz who has taken 10 years to re-find the perfect PJ?


Photography: Instant de Vie Photography

Pajamas: Hanna Andersson, Mom and Mini

Button Down: J Crew, similar here

Bow: Little Poppy Bow Co.

Stool: Ikea

Yellow Egg Bowl


Easter with Ease

I think we are all guilty of over-thinking holidays and special occasions, myself probably more than others. I have an incessant need to plan and have everything timed out, but I think as a host, the joy can get lost.

This year, as much as I fight it, I’m trying to learn the beauty of keeping it simple, using what I have and putting extra attention into specific areas that really make a difference as opposed to being obsessive about every tiny, likely unnoticed by others, detail.

For my husband and I , flowers (and the food/drink) are the most important and I genuinely enjoy the process of making arrangements. He also grows orchids, so I have quick access to some pretty extraordinary ones. This also opens up the opportunity to use local florists for cuts, which I love. As Elliot is getting older and wants to be a part of things, I try to include elements that are special for her; the flowers kill two birds, but I like having playful aspects, like a darling waist cape and bunnies.

With Easter approaching quickly and summer upon us, I thought I’d show an example of something I’m hoping to do this summer more often, but would be equally perfect for a low-key Easter gathering. A picnic, that’s dressed up a bit, but easy and relaxing no less! I find that a charcuterie plate and fresh fruit right in the colander are so simple and quick to pull together; Sweet treats and books lend to special moments that are hard to come buy at a busy dinner table. And my favorite is getting to watch Elliot simply imagine while we observe. Honestly, I feel like you can’t go wrong with whatever your family favorites are. I promise, if you take the time to do it, either in a park or your back yard, the charm of it is addicting and won’t disappoint.

We hope that you all have a joyful Easter filled with joy, family and reflection!


Photography by Instant De Vie Photography

Good Earth Flowers, Ballerina Bunny and Mr. Bunny, Faribault Blanket, Twila and Co. painted eggs, Williams-Sonoma picnic basket, Macaroons by Cassis

Mom: Anthropologie (Similar Here), Lace top over dress, DND Jewelery,

Mini: Xaria & Co. leotard, Little Posh & Co. Waist Cape, Yosi Samra Flats, Little Poppy & Co. Bow

Location: Salubria, Culpeper, VA