Behind the scenes

Had to put together a sampler for a luxury retail store. Decided it was best keep the sprinkles in the cupboard--focus on flavor and grace.

Vanity?

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I don't consider myself a vain person--for good and for bad. I usually look in the mirror while brushing my teeth in the morning and not again the rest of the day (again...for good and for bad).

But after a really stressful couple of weeks and the mounting bloated feeling of pregnancy (no waist and no major bump to rub in compensation), I started to feel like I might need to treat myself to some tender loving care...to feel pretty. Because, I don't.

And that is when I realized how lax I had really become. My hairdresser told me I hadn't been there since November. And when I treated myself to a massage (yes, I did.), Tati reminded me I hadn't had one in two years. (She also told me that my back was full of knots and my skin dry as scales.) And while I know there are people who have never had a massage in their life, others have one weekly. And I think I deserve to be somewhere in between.

The good news? I woke up feeling slightly less hormonal (okay, cranky) this morning, I decided that the pampering yesterday was very helpful, indeed. So herein lies my new list of "small ways that I must take care of myself during the remainder of my pregnancy":

1. Put cream on expanding belly every night--even if Georgia insists on putting the stuff in gobs all over herself (hair included), too. No matter if we both sleep like fried eggs under the covers. Here is what I used in my first pregnancy. It's cheap. And it works (stretch marks).
2. Before shower use a natural brush on bare dry skin in circular motions to "de-scale." Can I tell you this really works wonders for dry skin and circulation? I used to do it.
3. Drink more water. The doctor tells me my urine should be colorless. It isn't. I am a bit lazy to go to the bathroom even more than I already do. But it is important.
4. Walk. Walk. Walk. I am still pretty good about this. I don't know if I will make 18 kilometers the week I give birth like last time....but if I can walk around the neighborhood several times, I'll be happy.
5. Stretch. I am not teaching anymore. I am not stretching anymore. I'm tight all over. I'm thinking of finding a toddler yoga video and enlisting my daughter. What else can we do at 6:30 am? It really is much better than watching Sponge Bob again.

Now if I can just do those five things and, perhaps, find my "cave woman self" inside the salon now and again, I'll be good to go.

Vain? Maybe a little.

Felt?

Forget the felt flags. (And I know that garlands are being done and done and done.) But these gorgeous light reflecting strands of stained glass and soldered mirrors are the perfect piece to build your party decorations around. The rest...merely keep it simple.

Artist Pamela Angus works in her snow buried studio in the French Alps. Must be all that light...all that white.

Inspiring.

Born to be a Ballerina

ballet wardrobe

Bailarina - Palavra Cantada

Pisar no chão com a ponta do pé
Tocar o céu com a palma da mão
Manter ereta a postura
Amolecer a cintura
Balé precisa de dedicação

O bê-a-bá é pas de bourrée
Depois vem o pas de deux, dois plier
Nasci pra ser bailarina
É só por a sapatilha
Já sinto bater o meu coração

Papai um dia me deu um conselho
Treinar sozinha na frente do espelho
Às vezes sonho que estou dando um salto
E caio bem no meio de um palco

Tocar o céu com a ponta do pé
Pisar no chão com a palma da mão
Com longos alongamentos
O corpo é um instrumento
Balé precisa de dedicação

English Translation: Ballerina

Stepping on the floor with the tips of my toes

Touching the sky with the palm of my hand

Maintain an upright posture

Soften the waist

Ballet needs dedication

Be-a-bah is pas de bourrée

Then comes the pas de deux, two plies

Born to be a ballerina

I only have to put on the slippers

Already I feel my heart beat

Daddy gave me some advice one day

Train alone in front of the mirror

Sometimes I dream I'm taking a leap

And I fall right in the middle of a stage

Touching the sky with the tip of my toes

Stepping on the floor with the palm of my hand

With long stretches

The body is an instrument

Ballet needs dedication

I imagine I felt the same as most new moms after they bring their sweet smelling bundle home from the hospital--scared and unsure what to do. But most of all wondering if the nurses sent home the wrong infant. Because my baby didn't cry at the hospital. And Georgia. Well she didn't stop crying. Naturally, I tried holding her in every position. I paced the living room with her in my arms. I sang. I breastfed (and breastfed and breastfed....). I inserted a pacifier. I put a warm compress on her little belly. I really did it all until my own tears streamed. One day I turned on the CD Palavra Cantada and danced with her. It worked. It was momentary but goose-bump inspiring. And we listened to this song. And I cried a bit more. Because it is beautiful. (I am also a bit sensitive to pre-pregnancy and post-pregnancy hormones.) The CD and swaying in front of the stereo became a part of our routine those first few months.

And we got through it, forgetting about ballerinas for a while. Until G and I started passing a ballet academy on our way to and from pre-school every day. The tutus stopped us in our tracks. Georgia, like all little girls, now seems to be in the "dreaming of ballerinas and pointing her toes" phase.

Tonight we listened to the music again and swirled in our PJ's. I think she remembers me struggling with her in my arms--my desperation, my love, and the tender music.

Alice for Duda and Nina

There is an Alice in Wonderland fury amongst little girls. And I was pleased for the opportunity to use my home-made cookies shapes again, this time for five year old twins Duda and Nina. The birthday day tea party was Wonderland at its impeccably splendid best. Here are some highlights.

1. In addition to doing the cupcakes and cookies, I held a cookie decorating workshop for the girls. And, let me tell you...future cookie embellishment potential is high! I just wonder if there is enough sugar (and sprinkles) in the marketplace for all the frosting on future baked goods!?

2. It was a real pleasure working with Sucatinha de Luxo again. Camila and her team offered a workshop for the girls to customize their very own Alice inspired bench. I am certain that the children can now reach the sink to brush little sugar coated teeth this night.

3. I got to take Georgia to the festivities! On the car ride home, I asked her if she liked going to work with Mommy. Her response, "No work, Mommy. Party!!!!" Tough Job.

Happy Birthday Duda and Nina!

Having fun for Tetsuo

When I received an email asking for mustache cookies and cupcakes, I sent a quote and didn't think much about the theme. Until I started baking all those upper lip decorations. And I got curious. They were for a baby shower, after all.

Rosana explained that she wanted to welcome her son Tetsuo into the world with a girl's only event that would be close friends, great food, music, and fun. And I realized that teddy bears and pacifiers could (and should) indeed be replaced by chocolate mustaches!

I think we would all like to go to this party!

Rosana, thank you for the charming framed moustache and felt applique favor. I hope you girls had fun! Welcome Tetsuo!

Royalty

I've been working on a little garment rack/basket of costumes to take to the parties I have been catering. Aside from the obvious entertainment value for the children (Oh and I've seen some adults in capes....), the party decorations get an upgrade too.

Yesterday, I made a series of felt crowns. I found the pattern here. I haven't had time to add any embellishments. But I am kind of liking the non-sparkle.

Georgia was royalty in footie pajamas at breakfast (hence the crumbs on her chin). Don't all princesses wear their tiara over "bed-head" upon waking?

Fingers and a Wall

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I suppose every parent has the nighttime song and dance routine. The enduring dress rehearsal that goes on and on (the I'm thirsty, not tired, very scared variety show....) before your child finally stops wiggling under the covers and begins the slow and steady breath of sleep. And if you are like me you are usually curled beside your little one in the mini bed--about to succumb to slumber yourself and asking why you have to go through this night after night.

Georgia has never been a good sleeper. (Unfortunately, I think she inherited that from me.) And since I suffered too much with the few attempts at the "cry it out" method, I used breastfeeding as my crutch to get her to log Z's. I'll admit it. Because it worked and my creativity at day's end was pretty limited. But post-weaning has been a real talent show for me. Last week I had to write the a-b-c's on her bare back with my fingernail (an educational back scratching, no less). But when she stared insisting I stop singing the a-b-c's but, rather, say them (We all sing our a-b-c's, now don't we?) I realized she was getting bored with the routine. Plus a cold front has set in and I can't reach her naked back in footsie PJ's. So I've retired another set of tricks from my bag. Next.

Tonight we did shadow puppets. Actually, I could only muster up the open/shut mouth-bird. But her pleasure in the discovery was equal to a standing ovation. In addition to being sweet, the show was short! Ten minutes into the gig, she was snoozing. Obviously, I am inspired. I've found some new techniques in shadow making. I'm pretty certain these will take me well into next week. And after that? Have you seen the Owly's incredible laser cut shadow puppets? Since shipping to Brazil is rather complicated, I might attempt some amateur versions on my own.

I'm already sharpening my scissors.

Mother's Day Weekend: !

Mother's Day was the punctuation point of an intense week--an exclamation point symbolizing mountains of emotions and multitasking. But isn't that what being a mom is all about? Highlights in the blur:

1. Georgia's first Mother's Day school performance. She fidgeted and "sang." I cried.

2. Georgia making me a necklace at Sucatinho de Luxo's workshop at the bazaar. "For you mommy, so beautiful." ( I don't know if she meant me or the necklace but I got a lump in my throat.)

3. Receiving a heady bouquet of lilies and pale petals, connecting Greece to Brazil and from my mother (shouldn't it be the other way around?) at the end of a back-aching long day of baking and bazaar participating. (I swallowed hard even before I read the card...) *!^@$# distance!

I suppose the pregnancy hormones and party induced (preparing for parties and not attending, mind you) sleep deprivation doesn't help. Good Excuse. But motherhood can turn a practical girl into anything but...

Hope that all your Mother's Day commemorations included: uncountable kisses and children behaving like angels plus just a little time to put your feet up--or even a long hot shower with the bathroom door closed and, perhaps even, time to slather on some lotion... ahhhh!

Enjoy!

B is for Bella

And Bella's favorite crew: The Backyardigans.
And it is also for beautiful in Italian.
Happy 3rd Birthday beautiful Bella!

Bazar da Praça

Getting ready for this bazaar has resulted in a week of little sleep--easier when you are not pregnant and tired. Is it really possible to have morning sickness all day? And why does my own cooking (especially cupcakes) make my stomach flip/flop most? The good news: it forced me to try out some new recipes that I could actually smell. The new cakes: Snickerdoodle, Sicilian Lemon with Citrus Glacé and Spicy Chocolate Cake with Chocolate Sauce and Sugared Ginger Bits. I'm almost not nauseous anymore!

The sweets are available at the bazaar. Along with lots of other non-edible surprises. Of course the classics are there, too. Best of all, the other participants--an incredibly talented group of people--showing their wares. It really is a fast way to spend every penny you earn while you sell--really quite simultaneously. Don't forget to bring your little ones to enjoy Sucatinho de Luxo's children's workshop!

Open through Saturday at 20:00. Bazar da Praça.

Our family is growing.

Or as Georgia told Vovó Vera at lunch: "Mommy, Baby, Belly."
Hooray!

Mother's Day Bazaar

In full production mode....
Baking. Frosting. Sewing. Painting.
Hope to see you there.

Hair clip happy

Some new designs.
Can't seem to stop.

Friends and Bread

One of my very first posts was about homemade bread and the kindness of my Japanese neighbor Emi. She donated her fifteen year old yeast and time to teach me how to make this fantastic loaf. It was a month before Georgia was born and I vowed to take care of my own pot of yeast together with my eagerly awaited baby.

So for the last two years, the bread has been served every day at our breakfast table. It has contributed to the growth of my girl. And she helps me prepare it weekly. It is a part of our lives.

Only recently, I split my yeast and am now taking care of two (foreshadowing?). But two loaves is a lot of bread. So we started giving them away...and a new ritual was born. We like to wrap them in pretty remnants. And if I could only deliver it fresh out of the oven, I'd love to fill the homes of others with the scent of warm bread kneaded by hand and baked with love.

Chinnychinchin

Chinnychinchin calls itself an "original line of progressive clothing."
I call it too cute for words. For both Georgia and my closets, please. I'll take the tie for my husband, too.
How darling, really?