Bali Hotel Tugu...Just Stunning

My dear friend, Francoise, provided me with the brochure for Hotel Tugu, Bali.  She is the type of friend you go to for the best masseuse, foreign hotels, nail salon and more. She's the wife of a U.S. diplomat, still highly respected in the MENA country where they spent many years.  She raised her children abroad, still travels widely and what I hope to be when I'm in my later years.

Check out this beautiful property.  Need I say more?

Relaxing....or Did I?

Sorry, folks. It's been a while. Wish I could say I was off at a relaxing yoga retreat in Bali, but alas it was much more mundane.

Brad was in Russia for 2 weeks and while he was there, I managed to help run a conference for communications professionals from 61 countries here in D.C., as well as juggle Abby's schedule and a bout of bronchitis that Stefan acquired.

Somewhere, in the last few weeks, we did manage to sneak away to the Hotel Monaco for an overnight. Just me and my hubby.  Champagne. Good food.  No kids.  Sunday morning in bed with the New York Times. 

Sadly, it seems very, very long ago.

Moscow Photos?

I'm waiting. Waiting for photos from my husband, who is in Russia.

He rarely sends any of his travels.  I do need to teach that man a thing or two about photo taking.

I'm working on it.  Maybe this will incentivize him.  Maybe not.

So Many Hotels, So Little Time

I love planning.  Planning meals. Planning outfits. But most of all planning trips. 

So we are off to NYC for a girls' weekend.  Abby and I; and our friends, Debra and Kate, that is.

So many glorious hotels to choose from.

A Crying Day

Once there was little girl who decided to grow up and go off to first grade.  She bounced out of bed, put on a pretty flowered dress and blue headband, buttoned her blue cardigan and slung her backpack over her shoulder.

She walked hand in hand with her mommy and daddy to school, stopping to shake hands with the principal at the school door and assuring him that "thank goodness she was back."

In the classroom, there were new books to look at, insects in a large glass case and old friends to catch up with.

And then she said goodbye and assured mommy, who had tears in her eyes, that it was time for her to go outside if she was going to cry.

And so her mommy did, shaking her head that her little girl was starting 1st grade and wondering how she was growing up so quickly.

A NYC Fairytale

Once upon a time there was a little girl and her mommy. They took a train from Washington, D.C. on a Friday afternoon. They sat and giggled and read books and napped. Then they...arrived. They walked out of Penn Station to see skyscrapers and jostle the crowds to take a taxi uptown, smiling at what awaited them.

They met mommy's friend and then went and got their nails painted. Pink, of course. They sat at a cozy neighborhood Italian restaurant with their mommy's beautiful friend, Becky, and ate steaming plates of pasta, while the rest of New York bustled about.

They had lunch amongst martians at Mars 2012, after arriving on a spaceship, with their friends, Debra and Kate. Then, they want through a revolving door to see dolls everywhere. Some were blond. Some were brunettes. Some were riding bikes. Some were leading horses around. The little girl picked one named Julie who looked like her, with gleaming blond hair. They tenderly took her out of the box and the little girl said she would be her new mommy.

They were tired and hungry and went to tea. There were lots of cakes and cookies, some of them with powdered sugar and fancy icing. They had endless lemonade and sat with their new babies, eating like grown up girls and talking with their mommies.

At Bloomingdales, they were given little bags with perfume while their mommies tried on various fragrances and lipsticks. Then they ate frozen yogurt which dripped over the sides of the cups.

Soon it was time to go home and they boarded the train back to Washington, D.C. They cuddled and talked the whole way home, telling about their favorite part of the trip. Being together.

Happy Wednesday

This photo makes me smile.

Back in the Saddle, Washington, D.C.

Well, I'm back in the saddle again. Back at work in Washington, D.C. that is. Back to 96 degree temperatures.

Back to driving to work. Doing the grocery shopping.  And all of the other fun that comes along with summer in the city.

But very, very soon we'll back to Fire Island. And sliding and playing.

And jumping from big lifeguard chairs.

And swimming in the bay.

And strolling on the beach in the Bob. 

We can't wait.

Fire Island Decorating

Thought I'd share with you a few of my projects from this summer.  The light was so nice tonight I had to share.

And here, again, is one of my favorite summer perches.

With a nice pink "ball" poised above it now.

So sad that summer is coming to an end.

Today

Those of you that know me, know what today is....so, of course, I will have my cake.

And maybe ride like a crazy woman through the waves.

And sit under a big pink umbrella with my feet in the pool.

What Exactly Is She Trying to Say?

I'm not sure exactly what is on her mind these days. She always seems to have the same expression regardless of whether I'm right beside her or across the room.

Found her at a little thrift shop on Capitol Hill. She's been a regular on Fire Island ever since.

She has a twin which sits on Brad's desk. 

What do you think is on her mind??

Croatia, Yoga and Me

Knew there was a reason that yoga was calling my name.   I've made it to two classes this week.  Decided that an early birthday gift would be some groovy new clothes.  The Athleta catalog scenery looked strangely familiar. 

And guess where these shots were taken?

Yep. Croatia.  Wish I was there right now. 

A Ghost on Fire Island

We had a ghost in our house this weekend.

No doubt about it.

He was scary as he "floated" through the kitchen.

And into the living room.

And then finally revealed himself.

Stefan!!!

Fire Island, the Pines

Brad and I ventured off the Pines the other night, the community that gives Fire Island its name.  We loved the undulating boardwalks and houses, several of which had an Asian vibe going. 

We also loved the markets, much more upscale that Seaview.

Dinner was a treat.  But way too expensive although the scenery was quite colorful.  A wee bit strange to be the only woman at dinner, except for the 6 foot 5 inch guy in drag.  His wig did make him a wee bit taller.

Sail Cloth Here, Sail Cloth There, Sail Cloth Everywhere

I just had to have these nautical pillows for Stefan's room.  Made with recycled sail cloth fabrics. And the company, Second Wind Sails, has messenger bags and totes to boot.

Adorable.

Summer Accessories

Love this necklace.  Love this look.  What do you think?

Almost Ready

All of my beach projects for the summer are almost done.  Mostly I've been focused on the new curtains and blinds that have all FINALLY arrived.  There have also been some fun Etsy purchases, a site that I'm not addicted to for little handmade and vintage items, including new cushion covers for a 1950s retro chair that had been hibernating in the attic storage room for much too long.  And I found a cute wicker table and painted it a lovely hot pink.  So much fun to rummage out here on the island.

I'll be sharing photos of our attic soon. But in the meantime, don't you just love these photos?  Wish I had thought of that for behind my bed in the slanted upstairs room.

A Life of Popsicles, Swimming and Ice Cream

Here's what my life has been reduced to.  Popsicles. Ice cream.  Swimming in the bay.  Kids karaoke.  Working in my bathing suit all day.

We're back on Fire Island and I've been honestly diligent about work while Abby is off camping the day away (today, she was on fishing trip) and Stefan is cavorting with Andrea at the bay and the baby pool.

So, here's to this Fire Island summer.  Off to Kismet tonight for dinner with friends.

Ode to a Wonder Dog

Our 13-year-old German Shepard, Genie, had to be put to sleep last night. We are all really sad. Sad that it was her time to go.  But also sad that she suffered a bit at the end and it all happened much too quickly, without my chance to say goodbye and pat her head once last time.  I would have told her that she really had been a good dog, especially with Nathaniel, Abby and Stefan.

But we realize it was her time.  And she'll be joining our cat and her life long buddy, Charlie, somewhere in a place where they can resume their love/hate relationship. 

For now, her spirit rests on Fire Island, where she used to roam the beaches in her younger days, galloping back and forth chasing sticks and letting the wind blow through her fur.

We'll miss you Genie dog!

July, July...where are you going?

It seems like July is screaming past.  Not enough days and nights left in this mini vacation of sorts on Fire Island.  Not enough days to wear bikinis. Roll in the sand with Stefan and chase him around our house in his birthday suit as well as watch him brush his teeth in the sink.  Visit the candy store with Abby and bike back and forth and back and forth to camp.  Have a glass of wine on the deck with Brad.

Don't go so fast July. I'll miss you.