A little old family from Pasadeeena (beachboy shril voice). First roadtrip with the mooks to Cali-fornia. Cousin getting hitched at the Santa Anita racetrack equaled 7 hour drive on the road with a content baby. Only 2 rest stops and a couple poopy explosive changes later, we were arrived our destination, Westin Pasadena. Yard House pizza and beer at 10 pm with sound sleeping baby equaled happy parents. Saturday we explored, just us three with our city mini and hot dogs from a "gourmet stand". Late to the wedding, oh how this will never change and an early evening back to the hotel after our "no cry baby" had a sad cold night. Feet sucking and comfy bed for all.
This little strawberry shortcake made my first Mother's day sweet and tart, just like a real strawberry would. And the Daddy made blueberry pecan pancakes for breakfast, accompanied by a side of coffee picnic under shady trees at the park. We spent the morning looking up at the leaves outlined in sunshine and wiggling our toes in the blades of grass.
Hiatus: Hiatus may refer to: Recess (break), a break or interruption in the continuity of a work, action, etc/ (thank you Wikipedia). Hiatus is what I have taken with this here blog, that is until SHE came:
Welcome to the new BertandBairdS (plural, now there is 3). Our new addition to BertandBaird is Noe Wylder Baird, sweet baby girl born January 12, 2010.
This is a favorite place to drop by for that mid afternoon hunger pang. Eco water bottle purchase (see post below) preceded by window browsing at Anthropologie and West Elm to name a few, the decision was made to indulge in the American Grilled Cheese Sandwich from Chloe's Corner. Contents included White American, Cheddar, baby Swiss Cheese, bacon, tomato and white bread, with of course a little crispy pickle on the side. I am a simple girl I AM.
Twisty bar seat + salt water taffy at candy counter = satisfied. Thank you bus boy for the free water with ice. BTW, how do you think that girl holding flower wall paper would look in my kitchen? Right too weird, pink shirt and red flowers would go waaay better.
Eco friendly glass water bottles to mimic the "trashier" plastic version. Addicted to water bottles, I have adopted a resolution for my water container consumption, this is IT. Crate and Barrelcomes in small and large, I prefer the bigger, you know for more water intake.
Ever since DOMINO has been on the outs, I've been searching the world near and far for a replacement to fill the deep mag hole in my Swiss cheese heart. I stumbled acrossAntlerMagfrom one of my fave bloggerssfgirlbybayas I paraded about for my daily dose of creative flow. VIOLA, instantly feelin INSPIRED by the muted picture designs and indie chic style. Kudos and major bonus points to the deer people for deleting the carbon footprint left behind by the typical paper mag.
Environmental admission: IT is a guilty pleasure to select the thickest of magazines with the glossiest of finishes. Deep in my heart I know with each paper bundled booklet, I am axing mother natures friendly trees to the grave. I might as well take a match to Tonto National Forrest and Enjoy the sparked spectacular view. I DO however also love the ACT. Licking my thumb and pointer finger pinched together as if holding a grain of sand, leaving slick spitty residue to stick and turn the heavily glossed pages while a crisp flick finishes it ALL off. Leisurelymeandering through ( back to front is my style) as if I were browsing down a store aisle, inspecting contents like they were the last thing left in the world.
Perhaps the click of my little black mouse or the stamp stamping of my keyboard arrow button could prove to provide the same effect. We'll see, In the meantime, I will enjoy this new website subscription venture.
He rocks in the tree tops all day long, Hoppin' and a-boppin' and singing his song, All the little birdies on Jaybird Street, Love to hear the robin go tweet tweet tweet "It's almost Spring Break, Tweet Tweeteleteet".
Knock knock. Who's there? Willo. Willo Whoooo? Willo, the darling neighborhood you stalk in your free time. You know driving up and down the neighborly streets, braking at bold red doors and gardened walkways? Sweet huz and I spent a drizzly Sunday afternoon in historic downtown Phoenix. Our umbrella as a canopy as we strolled down the palmed lined streets, basking in green lawned glory. The azaleas and bougainvillea were in full bloom, our hearts content. I was the map gatekeeper choosing the houses we would target first as Andrew devoured a giant bratwurst in one hand, balancing a bag of chips in the other before he could exude the energy needed to house "Visit".
This time, I was not on the outside looking in as I've been so many times before, but the in looking out. Much larger than they appear from the street, but just as charming. Full of original tiled character and restored hardwood humility. With the exception of the occasional creepy life size doll at the top of stairs and Hansel and Gretel figurines, the houses were lovely with a capital L. There is something to say about a neighborhood evolved out of the 20's and 30's that still holds true to it's original identity. Living in Phoenix surrounded by a sea of beige and fake adobe abodes, it's revitalizing to capture a glimpse that hasn't given way to the "stamped out" southwest version of row houses.
Excuse the trying to smile but not face, this truly is evidence of a day well spent. Sonora Brewhousebeckoned our tired bones after our walking feet gave way from the stone pavers and puddley streets. Homemade potato chips with spicy ketchup and ice cold brews provided the foundation for our retrospective conversation. We will find our way back again in 2010.
Color infused pouf pillows from Urban Outfitters , I'll take twenty! I am lucky enough to have one that is similar residing on my guest bed, billowy tufts and all. Except the color is celery, more silky like and made by extra gifted hands.My leafy one of a kind treasure is handmade by my favorite Llama (aka second Mama). I'm hoping she can pass on her knitting and sewing abilities by osmosis.
What, don't we all turn into shmancy wolves from the Victorian era on Valentines Day? Well you should visit our house for a change, you might just encounter fauxbois manners and chivalry ways with a side of extra bountiful bouquets. Visit darling Jezebel for paper delights.
Arnold Palmer would be proud as the day was spent at the FBR in Scottsdale. We came equipped with our button down striped shirts and sun dresses. We forgot this golf fest does not attract the sophisticated air (as of course we had anticipated ;) ).... but quite the opposite, wild banshees and drunkard barbarians.
Ahuhahuhahuhahuhah (long cigarette in hand, quick flick to the side) we made sure to look down upon our lesser counterparts with a smug grin. FORE!
For those of you needing a lesson on what exactly the FBR is...click here(just know now you are thought less of as well).
P.S This is who we were pulling for. He gave a tough fight, but came out as a loser in the end. Perhaps NASCAR would be a better fit? There is always next year Charly.
The westward ho getaway that you surprised me with for X-Mas was the perfect retreat . Room 1102 was ours for the night, allowing us to escape back in a RETRO haze.
How did you know this was to be my new favorite place? Exposed brick slathered in white, trapezoidbalconies, sparkly Palms to guide us at night, electric blue walls to go with my flashy tights..... YOU and ME.
We were like giddy kids who couldn't believe our good fortune that we happened to stumble upon.
We will find our way back again, until then lets reminisce.