Lambertville for Mother’s Day

Lambertville, NJ has always been one of my family’s favorite antiquing destinations. It is where we bought our Barcelona Chairs and Settee at the Rago Auction, it is where we bought the “A” locker for my son’s bedroom, our mirrored coffee table and many more special items in our home.
Yesterday, my mom, dad, sister, husband, two kids and I piled into our car in search of some goodies, primarily for my sister’s new apartment. She is moving from a studio in the Village to a gorgeous, brand new space in TriBeCa.
It’s so funny how sisters work; we are so different on the surface (she runs marathons. I walk to the freezer for peeps), yet we both decided, in the same month, to create a wall of mirrors in our bedroom. She didn’t know that I had done this in mine (thank you so much for keeping up with my blog, sister, dear) and I was excited to go treasure hunting for mirrors for her. We found amazing ones, at amazing prices, mostly at The Golden Nugget flea market.
I found these for 25 dollars. I’m thinking of switching out the shades and putting them in the dining room. photo 1-1
Aren’t they fabulous?
This was the one time that we found ourselves grateful for our genetically inherited chicken legs; my sister and I squeezed into the back of our SUV with her newly acquired 50+ inch (AMAZING) mirror)
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At the People’s store, I spent 10 dollars on dried lycium for the new bedroom. I do love me some purple.
But the true find of the day came from Mix Gallery, where my sister has found many of her great pieces including a Danish modern dresser and an industrial light fixture.
We spotted this chair in the window and it took our breath away; in her apartment touched with grays and golds, this chair will be perfection.
She gets to go home with that chair; I get to go home with the handsome man in the background.
In the shop, I styled the chair so that she could see how I pop of color would be the perfect accent.
The chair is sick.
Once she gets settled in and I trek to the big city to visit, I will do a full post on my sister’s fabulous new pad, but for now, I will settle with a fabulous day in our favorite old town with my fam.


(originally published on Mommy, Ever After. And I have to say, one of the most special things about last night was the comments from people about the transformation of my house. There were guests who had been in the house when it was in the hands of the previous owners; it’s kind of a funny story, but my current bandmates used to play with the son of the former owners, an incredibly talented drummer. This house has music in it’s bones. In any case, the effusive compliments about the extraordinary change warmed me so. Thank you. Thank you.)

This morning my heart is overflowing. I don’t know how to begin.

Last night, my husband and I hosted a political fundraiser for a friend who is running for State Representative in the area.

It was our first time hosting such an event, and it was incredibly special.

It was also the debut of…wait for it…my new band. I have the privilege of singing in a band with two incredibly at talented musicians, one on either side of me. They have given me something so happy in a time in my life when happiness was sometimes hard to find.

We performed our first ever gig. And I’d say we did a pretty good job. After our set, my dad pulled me aside and said, “Look at where you were two months ago. Look at how far you have come.”

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This morning, as I clean up the discarded party hats and noisemakers, I can’t contain my feelings of gratitude. This past week has been overwhelming, to say the least. Thank you to each and every one of you for reaching out to me, for reading my story, for taking the time out of your day to empathize with me, and for those of you who reached out to me, each message so filled with love. I am so very grateful.

photo (95)A very special friend came last night to hear me sing. We call each other soul sisters. And she brought me tulips. She is a beautiful gardener.

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“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”

-Marcel Proust

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I look at these tulips and think of new life. I think of where I’ve been and where I hope to go. I think of the start of spring. I think of sunnier days ahead. I think that my soul will continue to blossom and I think of the gratitude I have for the love I have found.

I think of the signed Brett Dennen Album hanging in my hallway, and the inscription inside: “This album is dedicated to those who might have lost their way but found it again from within.”
I am starting to find my way.

With love, gratitude and tomorrows,