Yo, I’ll tell you what I want, what I really really want,

I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zeba Zebra.

Okay, I realize that was the worst. I am the worst at jokes, but I couldn’t help myself. And today I found a zebra that I really, really want. But it’s really, really expensive.

And there’s a picture of it below, and is part of the fabulous Jonathan Adler display outside of Zodiac Restaurant and Neimans. My daughter insisted we eat lunch there today. She needed a popsicle (popover).

And right at the entrance to the eatery was the most fabulous JA display and I wanted it and I wanted it all.

Like, this entire thing.

My kid was equally enamored. She even strayed, for a moment, on her quest for popoversicles.

But more than anything I wanted this: Right down there. The Golden Zebras. But the price was a bit too steep for me at this time. (I did, however, score some gorgeous purple cashmere at a supa discount.) Mr. Adler does have a place in several pieces of my son’s nursery, and I hope to add more of him. 

And I wouldn’t complain if these chairs were in my house. Or at least a turquoise throw. 

But, alas, they will remain on my wish list. With my perpetually most lusted after JA extravagance, this. It is so dope. Literally.

This I’ve wanted for. ev. er.  Maybe someday.

So anyway, I enjoyed some Jonathan Adler eye candy and my daughter enjoyed some delicious consomme.

And it was all good. And,

and, 

Neiman Marcus and I are still soul sistas. I mean look at this: My window sill next to their display in men’s dresswear:

Considering Neiman Marcus was instrumental in the birth of my first child, I have always felt like we were bonded.

Aaaaanyhoo,

Happy President’s Day, which for our family meant a day off and the four of us took full advantage, with strawberry butter and all. I hope yours was as lovely as ours. In fact, I hope it was was pretty dope.

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Neiman Marcus and I.

We are quite in sync, it seems.

First, I dined at  Neiman Marcus right before my water broke with my daughter.

Then, today, Mommom and I took a trip to Neiman’s.

She needed new throw pillows for her back-room redo, as she had just given me hers.

And so I convinced her to buy this one, in it’s fine feathered glory.

It will go on a black couch with a thin white stripe detail, and she just had the room carpeted in leopard print. More on this room to come.

And then, I noticed that their new, main, most prominent display looks like this:

which looks awful looks a lot like this:

my happy little sill.

I guess we are just meant to be.

How to Make this Garden (continue to) Grow

A couple of years ago, I had the opportunity to write a Community post on one of my favorite ever blogs by one of my favorite ever blogggers: Ramshackle Glam by Jordan Reid. I wrote about the experience of transforming my daughter’s nursery into an enchanted haven, in Gonna Make This Garden Grow. My main objective, then, was to give my daughter a sanctuary in which to grow and feel safe.

Now we have a new home and she has a new big girl room. And this:

An enchanted garden nook, 2.0. A place in which she can feel protected, peaceful and, most of all, herself. This sanctuary was not created painstakingly with my own hands and a glue gun and silk flowers like her first (but rather by the people at Haba and from Neiman Marcus. Thanks, Mommom and Poppop!), but when she arrived home from the hospital she was greeted with two things: a new baby and a new mini-home.

So now she and her room and her nook are bigger as our family’s garden continues to grow.

But we all still need a tiny spot sometimes,

a spot that is all our own.