a grey riviera week
First of all, I wanted to write to everyone who reached out after last week’s newsletter. Motherhood is one of the most uniquely unifying experiences in our lives and I was so touched and encouraged by those of you who reached out sharing similar sentiments be it currently or many years ago. Mothering little ones can also be extremely isolating since I find myself talking to someone who can’t yet talk to me in a high-pitched voice about half the day. Writing it out here and hearing that others feel the same way is really comforting.
And now moving on. Neilson came back on Sunday evening and his ladies were very happy to see him. I suggested waking Charlotte up to say hi to him, but he didn’t budge on that one.
You know that period of the night between dinner and bedtime where you(or at least we) usually watch a sitcom on the couch and enjoy some peppermint tea and dark chocolate? Well that period seems to be getting increasingly shortened. Last night, I was under the covers immediately at 8pm, following dinner and 75 min straight of a screaming baby. Still had tea though.
We’re packing up to head to London tomorrow for the weekend to see family, celebrate my grandma’s 91st birthday, and introduce them to baby Charlotte. A bike and a baby negate any iteration of minimalist packing that I used to pride myself in. But we are going to the epicenter of civilization if anything happens to be forgotten.
Growing up with family in London, we ticked off doing the more classic, iconic destinations at a young age. But a couple years ago experiencing the city with Neilson for his first time not on a bike, we went on the hop on hop off bus and ran about like tourists taking photos with buses and having high tea. There’s something really magical about seeing a city again through the eyes of a first-timer. Suddenly all those little historical details you forgot about that had become mundane have fresh life and new meaning.
I tend to get in a rut staying in certain neighborhoods, but I also love the little corners of the city I’m comfortable in. Luckily, a favorite influencer of mine just spent time in London and I feel like she really did all the digging for me. Looking forward to a museum exhibit and shopping the Kings road, and of course high tea with my little family. I can’t wait to see London throught the eyes of Charlotte as she grows-we already read Paddington at nighttime.
My friend and I got library cards yesterday and wow, feels like we’ve made it as locals. The English section is approximately 200 books, but the kids section is huge and so sweet. I’ve also ventured into my first cafe poussette, which is French for stroller cafe where babies and kids alike are welcome. Since it was Wednesday and all the French kids are off of school, there was a puppet show on and lots of social French practice.
The days here go back and forth between being drab and full spring sunny days. I’m really having a moment for Danish fashion and lifestyle. But honestly when am I not. I love how they play with bold patterns and colors and mix them so effortlessly in a way that looks chic but not too bohemian. I’m trying to put pops of color into my otherwise neutral winter wardrobe.
Reading:
“the last devil to die” -the fourth Thursday murder club mystery
this article about Megan Strahan creating her business
Eating:
some really delicious blondies I found the recipe for on Instagram reels. I can’t for the life of me track down this recipe again but there was browned butter and they were delicious
more cinnamon rolls and chai
carbonara all day everyday
Wearing:
my first pair of levis 501 cropped
mango balloon jeans
my first balaclava-honestly impressed by the practicality…from galeries lafayette but here’s a similar one
some green wool socks
until next time! xx