Monthly Archives: November 2013

Butterflies on a beach

A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I was navigating Facebook. La dee dah dee dah. Oh yes . . . so-and-so won’t take a nap . . . uh huh . . . and so-and-so just had a delicious latte . . . mmmm, maybe I want a delicious latte . . .

And then, from some random comment on some random page, I came across and image called “Fly Me to Paris.” It was beautiful. I was entranced. I want this art on my wall, I decided. I did a quick search on and All Posters and initially didn’t come up with anything.

So I wrote it on my stack of post-it notes as a future to-do. For the next number of months, when I came across this item on my list, I moved it down in the stack. Oh yeah . . . Fly Me to Paris . . . uh huh, let me move that down to next month.

Until one day, I came across my scribble again and decided to finally search a little more diligently. And not only did I find the image again . . .


. . . but I found the name of the artist, Christian Schloe.

And I found a treasure trove over other images by him.


And I discovered that somehow, he does his magic in Photoshop.


Photoshop, people! Will the wonders never cease!?

While I was goofing off adding eyes to my forehead with the cloning tool, apparently he was doing some, um, cooler stuff. Yeah.


I immediately contacted him on Facebook and he gave me permission to share his images with you guys on my blog. Don’t they transport you to another world?


Anyway, I now have a running list of all the images I eventually want to order (they’re sold here, by the way). I want this one on the wall in Alice’s room . . .


. . . or maybe this one.


When I look at his art work I feel like I’m in a beautiful, weird dream that I don’t want to wake up from.


Winter bunny baby

I just snapped these this morning . . .


. . . and may I just say that it’s becoming increasingly hard to get an in-focus picture of my constantly-moving baby.


She lives to move.

“Bwa bwa wa wa ba wa bwa wa!” she exclaims.

Which in babyspeak, is the demand: “walk! walk! walk! walk!”

Which means she wants Mama to take her two hands and help her walk all over the place. She’s not trying to take steps on her own yet, but Mama is getting a workout in her role as a walking facilitator.

Oh dear . . . I love her little outfit–the jeans!


There’s nothing like a little baby butt in a pair of little baby jeans.


She’s like a living doll.

And–just to plug good old ThredUP to death, her outfit is almost entirely from that wonderful website. If you haven’t checked it out, it’s a baby clothes wonderland–for cheap.


“C’mon Mom! Bwa wa ba wa wa wa wah!”

Okay sweetie.

But first, let me kiss your fuzzy wuzzy head.

IMG_0421Happy almost-weekend everyone.