Sunshine and Plenty

16 Feb

You know when you have one of those, “there is a little black rain cloud hanging over my head and it won’t go away” days? Well, today wasn’t exactly one of those days (my rain cloud was of the gray variety) but still a very picky, sticky, mouth-down-at-the-corners kind of day.

And then I stumbled upon this.

And now everything pretty much seems ok.

Just another reminder that there is sunshine and plenty out there. Sometimes you just need to know where to look for it.

nice sign



11 Feb

The unbelievable is now happening: Little Mister is taking a nap. Granted, it is not in his crib (one day…) but he is sleeping. Sleeping like a regular little baby. I do not know what to do with myself. I’ve already gone to the bathroom by myself – twice! AND I ate my lunch without cramming it in my face like a Dickensian orphan or Augustus Gloop at the chocolate river.

And now you know what I do with my (other, non-napping) days.

I will work on a nice post with pictures and witty comments but for now, for now, he is sleeping and I am going to do nothing.



A little castle for a little prince

20 Nov

Tim hanging up the artwork: blown-up pictures from a vintage Goldielocks and the Three Bears picture book.

I wanted to post some pictures of the little mister’s nursery for all those inquiring minds out there. I took most of these the day I started going into labor with him and the room is definitely way messier now. I think it’ll be spic and span right in time for him to graduate from high school. 😉

Where the magic happens.

The room was (loosely) based on a vintage-y woodland/fairytale-esque look. How’d I do? I’d love to hear your thoughts. (For some reason, the rest of the pictures are posting really small. Sorry everybody!)

I made this mushroom on a whim one afternoon out of an old linen shirt of Tim’s and a red velour hoodie that was once cool. 🙂

G-man’s dresser/closet, an old wardrobe trunk that used to serve as my dresser.

Storage for all the fun baby stuff!

This mobile hung over my brother and my cribs when we were babies.

He’s gotten more books since!

Tim and I made this cloud and hung it from the ceiling corner. Perfect for daydreaming.

Words of wisdom

28 Sep

That pretty much says it all.

(Found via Design for Mankind)

Betcha never thought about this…

18 Sep

My cousin, Michael, took this picture of the moon. I wonder what she smells like?


Whoa guys, whoa. Two posts in one day? Hold onto your socks.

I found this little quip via the blog Marvelous Kiddo (who found it on Science in a Can):

What does space smell like?

It’s strange to think that the near-vacuum of space could have a smell, and stranger still that humans—atmospheric creatures—can actually experience it. Astronauts have consistently reported the same strange odour after lengthy space walks, bringing it back in on their suits, helmets, gloves and tools. It’s bitter, smoky, metallic smell—like seared steak, hot metal and arc welding smoke all rolled into one. NASA have asked a chemist, Steve Pearce, to reproduce the smell to use during acclimatization training, mapping out the likely chemistry using natural materials to mimic the odor for accuracy. It’s believed that the smell is caused by high-energy vibrations in particles that mix with the air when brought inside. In the future, we might even recreate the smell of the moon, Mars, Mercury or any place in the universe, provided we have the right chemical information. In fact, we can even recreate the smell of the heart of the galaxy—astronomers searching for animo acids in Sagittarius B2, a vast dust cloud in the middle of the Milky Way, have reported that due to a substance called ethyl formate, it smells and tastes of raspberries and rum—much more pleasant than seared steak and metal.

The universe just got a little more interesting.

Bad blogger me

18 Sep

First, apologies to anyone who depends on this blog for mental/emotional/entertaining/”what’s-going-on-with-Julie?” sustenance. If you haven’t figured it out by now, I am a very, very, very, very, very bad blogger-person. And I have no plans for being better (although I do have hopes…).

Ah, the guilt, the guilt.

To make it up to all of my loyal followers (I imagine you determinedly sitting at your computers day and night, refusing food or drink, willing your RSS feed to update with my latest bit of internets genius), I am going to share a secret with you.  A tip, really, that only an inside circle of costumers, dancers, and actors know. Are you intrigued? (I’m trying to make it sound cooler than it is so do me a favor and imagine a secret-y group of black-cloaked figures making silent gestures to each other. In the fog. Or a cave. Or a foggy cave. If you can make your heart pound with anticipation, that will be even better.)

The big secret?  – By the way, I’m about to get all Heloise* on you so I hope you didn’t get too excited – Vodka. Specifically, using vodka to remove smells.

Before you shout, “WHAT THE WHAT? What kind of stupid secret is that?” just remember that I am a very, very, very, very, very bad blogger. If I were an excellent blogger, this would be an excellent secret. So quit complaining and hear me out.

Ok. For those of you who might not know, I am an actor/actress (whatever you want to call it) and, as such, have worn many a crazy costume in my day. And because most theatre companies do not have gobs and gobs of money, the time between dry cleanings (if the garments can even BE dry cleaned) can be few and far between. Did I mention that stage lighting is very hot? This makes for an unpleasant friendship. I learned years ago from a delightful costumer that a little bit of vodka in a spray bottle will totally and completely remove the unpleasant smell from the garment without leaving a boozy after smell. (Um, to totally connect the dots for those of you who are exhausted from months of staring at your un-updated RSS feeds, you have to spray the vodka onto the offending area of the fabric. It won’t work if you just leave it in the bottle. Ok. We’re all pretty.)

AAAAAAAND, this little tip also works wonders for otherwise hard to clean things like old wallpaper or books or fabric-lined musty trunks. (Yes, I actually did use this technique on a fabric-lined musty trunk after numerous other methods failed. Because I’m fancy, I put a few drops of lavender oil in with my vodka so it came out smelling extra good.)

There. Now I feel better. And maybe, just maybe, you all smell better, too.


*Heloise is another Martha Stewart type figure but her hair is more fun, like fluffy cotton candy. Here’s a picture of the glamour puss:


Celebrity Sighting

26 Jun

Holy cow everybody, I met Winnie the Pooh. The actual Winnie the Pooh, not some college kid dressed up in a Winnie suit at Disney World. See? Look:

He’s not sad, it’s just hard being such a famous celebrity all the time.

You may also recognize Tigger, Piglet, Kanga, and Eeyore. That’s right, I met the whole gang. They currently live in the children’s section of the New York Public Library. The big one with the lions out front:


What does one do after such a momentous event? Eat macaroons, of course!

The first time in my life I got to say, “I’ll have one of each, please.” It was awesome.

So, the next time you are in NYC, say hi to Winnie and then hop on over to the Upper East Side for some of the tastiest macaroons you will ever have. (They taste exactly like the ones we had from Ladurée in Paris. And they should. Apparently, they fly them in everyday from Paris. Fancy.)

Also, it will help if the weather is beautiful and you can eat said macaroons while cruising around in the back of a convertible with some of your most favorite people on earth. (I’m jealous of past me right now so you can be, too.)