Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label daughter. Show all posts

Friday, March 21, 2014

Sisterhood of the Traveling Bedrooms (II) .... Psychodelic Sixties



Every era has a defining characteristic, something that rewinds you to the days gone past. 
For me, it's a teenage girl's bedroom.  
Maybe I'm just missing having Ashley home!  


Really, if you want an accurate portrayal of the trends today,  you should just take a peek upstairs, after all aren't those beautiful babies (hardly babies ...) our future?


Over the next few weeks, Ashley (no longer my brilliant teenager) is going to take you on a journey through the decades via the bedrooms that shaped generations. 

Enjoy my guest blogger.... 

All my best,



This week we're continuing our journey through the decade with bedrooms from the 1960's..


Every decade has their shining musical stars.. Easily identifiable by their images plastered all over adolescent across the land.

Could really do without that clown in the middleof the floor though...


Communication is key. How else are you supposed to absorb your daily dose of high school gossip?


And no girl's room is complete without a couple of stuffed animals. These are sporting the classic 60's color scheme of pink, orange, yellow, and green. 


Floral gets a face lift with these mod decals adorning the wardrobe, mirror, and bed. 


The quirky furniture in this room really showcases the less ridged attitude that the citizens of the 60's adopted. A wicker elephant nightstand? Why not. 


Until next time, when we take on the 1970's!! 




Wednesday, July 10, 2013

New, New York New York ...

Really ...
 New York it's not so new to my beautiful daughter Ashley...


Three years ago, 
My country bumpkin easily stepped into the big city life without missing a beat. 


I kissed her goodbye on the corner of E23rd and 3rd
and barked off my life instructions
...always be aware of you surroundings...
...remember the earlobe is weak & painful...
....keep a $10.00 bill hidden in your wallet 
...Mommy's only a train ride away...
...and ...please don't talk to strangers...

I kissed her again and fought back the tears
As I watched her walk away
she walked up to the first stranger she could find 
and said 
"Hi Stranger!" 
Then turned a smiled back at me 

Yes I cried...
I love that kid...



Saturday she moves back to NYC 
...but not just for a semester 
she's moving...

As her Mom, I'm heartbroken 
yet so proud... 



Secretly...I'm also thrilled,
...After all who wouldn't want to just skip into the city 
just because my baby girl needs a little Mama time!