Basically, this is how I'm hoping my little boys will turn out if I only speak French at home.
Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
(insert adjective here) Wednesdays
So I think I want to start a "thing," you know, something sort of predictable. We'll see how long that lasts, but in the meantime here is the first installment of "(insert adjective here) Wednesdays". I can't think of anything witty right now (any ideas are welcome - no, Wordless Wednedays doesn't work cause I'm not good at not using words. Also, I realize it's not quite Wednesday yet, but it's pretty close so that counts. Hey, maybe it'll become Saturdays or something, whatever).
I plan on it being about anything I want to link to or post pictures of, as long as I don't have to come up with a major part of the content myself. Sometimes I'll share what I've been reading about, or just pictures I've been drooling over. I am feeling inspired, thanks to Pinterest (I'll invite you, just give me your email!) so here goes:
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With this awesome idea:
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(Ohmygosh the dress is incredible!!! swoon. Aaaaand I realize I just sounded like a 12-year-old.)
To make the perfect duvet cover. I still haven't found the one (that's anywhere in my price range at least), so I'm thinking I'll just make it myself. Some color of linen (navy? taupe? who knows) with a big section covered in doilies (they don't all need to be perfectly white either, a mix of off-white, white and natural could work nicely) and maybe cut off the section with some of the ruffled detail from the top picture.
In completely unrelated news, anybody have some doilies hanging around they'd like to donate for a good cause?
Also, I've had autumn on my mind lately (don't judge, I have a history of anticipating seasons way too far in advance. Quick segue: there is a diary entry from when I was 13 in which I pumped myself up for my first day back to school and I may or may not have written: "look out world, here comes the new Lydia")
Anyway... I'm thinking this is a nice back to school outfit. Or maybe that girl just has such an adorable smile that I'm instantly sold just because.
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That's it for today
Saturday, February 5, 2011
When we were young
It's funny because the first few years of my life, from what my mom tells me we were living in a tiny cockroach-infested apartment in the scariest corner of Nice.. and yet this is all I can remember: My dad taking me to the Nice carnaval, bringing home silly string and helping me with my costume.
Eating candies off my birthday cake before the party... I know, you're thinking Lydia is full of crap there's no way she remembers this, but I can picture it quite clearly. This photo is from when my parents caught me red-handed. I'm actually not sure if this was in France or the U.S. though, but judging by how young I look it must've been France.
Eating candies off my birthday cake before the party... I know, you're thinking Lydia is full of crap there's no way she remembers this, but I can picture it quite clearly. This photo is from when my parents caught me red-handed. I'm actually not sure if this was in France or the U.S. though, but judging by how young I look it must've been France.
The great snowfall of 19... something. This was definitely Virginia. I always needed to be the boss of everyone and leading the operations, in this case, saving us from the blizzard or something.
Hmm, still hasn't changed.
Definitely must have done something bad just before this was taken.
Family music. Ok, not always good memories, but it was pretty fun. Of course at this point none of us really know what we're doing... In fact, I don't think I'm doing much of anything here.
I always did have an impeccable sense of style....
Ahem. Moving on.
Any place is good for a nap when you're a kid. Or a college student...
Home-school...
Didn't you learn all about the anatomy of the kangaroo? Psh
Cooking with style.
Amelia and I :)
Saturday, December 18, 2010
If I were filthy rich
This would be my husband's Christmas present.
And a fancy matching power pen.
Oh, and my kids will get this:
My favorite childhood books. There was a whole series about this little girl. Also note her fabulous sense of style!
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