It's That Time of Year

Holiday season means one thing, okay several things. One of my favorite things about this time of year, however, is the seasonal stuff offered at Lush.

Luuuuush!

I've loved Lush since I was 23 and found myself in London, cough, in 1997, cough cough. 15 years later and I'm not nearly so obsessed with the stuff, but I do enjoy a Christmastime splurge on many lovely things, chief among them my pink, sparkly Snow Fairy.

Big Boy Bedding

The Boy hasn't always been a fan of sleeping. He was an atrocious sleeper as an infant - like, waking once an hour on a good night, atrocious - and is only a moderately good sleeper now. He stays up until 9:30 or 10, fights Hubs putting him down for naps on the weekends and is often prone to sleeping on the floor, standing up or with a limb hanging precariously off the sofa.

So with so much thought about The Boy sleeping as an infant/young toddler, I've been finding it hard to contemplate him sleeping on his own, in a bed in his own room - yes, he still sleeps in our room. It's weird and hippiesh and co-dependent. See above comments on The Boy's sleeping patterns to see why I don't care.

Anyhoo, I've been casually perusing boy bedding for a while, not really caring. Until last week... I never knew I could be so excited by bedding, but I just got The Boy's duvet cover and sheets for his first big boy bed and I think I'm in luuurrrve. Seriously, we're not even ready to turn his crib into toddler bed, so who knows when he'll be ready to sleep in the full-sized bed that's now functioning as our guest bed, but I am so darn pleased with my purchase I can't stand it.

This is what it looks like

The thrift store loving me from 10-15 years go would be cringing. "Why be so effing ostentatious?" I'd say, or "How will he even notice? He doesn't seem to have minded the $10 Winnie the Pooh stuff from Target that he's been sleeping on for the last 2 years. Sellout!"

In my current self's defense, the bedding was on sale.

Shoulda, woulda, coulda

I’m trying to begin Madame Bovary but Boy has cream cheese up his nose. His bastard molars have been making him so sad that I’m letting him watch Yo Gabba Gabba and eat his toast while he watches.

I decided to start Madame Bovary(my third attempt) because I wanted something meaty and pretentious to get me out of my year-long sabbatical from using my brain – at all. Sadly, what I’d really like to do is buy this:

From JCrew


And this:

From Baby Gap



And plan trips here:




And here: