The top photo is my mom in Switzerland and the bottom is her in New York last week. The catch? They were taken TWENTY-FIVE years apart. Uh, what dude? I'm pretty positive I look ten years older today than I did on Friday sooooo, yeaaaaa. Happy Monday everyone! Stupid aging.
Considering I'm only a week away (we hope) from people taking ungodly photos of me in various gowned, moaning, groaning and pushing action shots, I thought it only right to post one of my mom in the same, ahem, position. Oh, and another in her super cool maternity wear. (She'll be thrilled to discover I was wearing nearly identical pants yesterday.) My dad sent these shots to me today and I was SHOCKED that I'd never seen them before. I honestly don't know what I love more...that my mom is rocking blue eyeshadow or that she brought her own retro pillow to the party. Also, please note the lips. Did you know that in addition to ballooning bums and boobs, pregnancy can also give you bee-stung smackers?? I did not, but I can assure you that I do now. The hubs has taken to calling me Thick Lips if that's any indication of what's going on up in here. And while YOU may not think my mom's lips justify a Jolie moment, just ask her collection of lip liners, glosses, and chapsticks - we are a normally thin-lipped crew, to be sure. I've always aspired to be like my mom, so I was thrilled to see the curse of the giant kisser is nothing more than a little case of "like mother like daughter." My new question, however, is whether it will be "like mother like son" with the birth of our baby boy? Because let's be real...I look PISSED in that last photo. Oye.
Okay friends, here it is. The house I grew up in, the space that started it all. I know my parents are going to kill me - for sharing these and for not allowing them to properly stage - but seriously, how could I NOT post pics of their pad?? Please forgive the lighting as clearly these were taken on the, ahem, sly. Oh and the dining area in the kitchen; we'd had a party for my husband's b-day the night before. I can assure you, however, that under normal circumstances you would never find a shoe sitting anywhere but the closet. Anyhoo, my mom is an incredible designer, working once upon a time for John Wheatman, Steve Chase and Arthur Elrod himself (yes, Arthur Elrod of the Lautner house where she spent many moments). Back in the day she helped decorate Farrah's house and Cher's digs, and honed her skills from Palm Springs to San Francisco. I covet everything she's done with this house (and she's done A LOT, trust me) and everything she owns and am honored when she asks for my opinion. Check out her vintage dining table and new chairs from Kartell, for example. Uh, yes please! I keep trying to convince my parents to do a switch...we'll move into their house, they can move into the condo, and all will be right with the world. Hey, you never know! My mom keeps saying we should go into business together...I might just have to take her up on that. 
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