Lately, I’ve been more “motion” and less “homebody,” for various reasons: trying to get all possible traveling in before babies (and we’re running out of time, she says from a lanai in Hawaii, but more on that later) — and of course, being generally booted out of our house while we remodel (just FOUR DAYS to go, but who’s counting?). But it’s my very talented sister who is the more gifted “homebody” anyway, when it comes to mind-blowing Pinterest-worthy stuff in the kitchen. So she’s behind today’s guest post in honor of Easter! (Sure, it was yesterday, but don’t you have a bunch of eggs leftover? And this project would rule for a baby shower or other springtime event anyway.) Without further ado, check out the wizardry that is Elisabeth’s tutorial for how to dye eggs naturally:
“Last year when my son was in kindergarten, his teacher requested that parents send in some kitchen scraps for coloring boiled eggs using only nature’s bounty. Naturally, I thought, “Oh, this’ll be swell. I’ll send in my cabbage scraps for the kids to make their nature craft, and then run over to CVS to buy some Paas coloring kits for when we dye the pretty eggs at home…” Little did I realize that modern kindergarten teachers are nobody’s fools; one would never propose a craft project that wouldn’t produce a dramatic show to hold the interest of discerning five-year-olds. In this case, the spectacle lay in the power of simple foods to create effective egg dyes that not only cost very little but come out way, way better than Paas. This year, I decided to try my own hand at naturally-dyed eggs. (Enough friends asked me how I did it, so I was inspired to ask my sister to allow me to use this forum to share the joy…)
“Where should I say in Palm Springs?” People ask me that a lot. I like to think this is because I always look so well rested and have such a glowing all-over-even tan. But it’s probably just because I’ve been out to the desert a zillion times, love it, and have stayed just about everywhere. Here’s my quickie guide for where to stay in Palm Springs and why. Read more…
*Bikini baby bump not pictured anywhere here, obvi, hello.
As long as I can waddle, I can try to squeeze in one more babymoon. (I should put that in a pretty script font and circulate it as Instagram wisdom — because you can mark my words, so help me.)
No, but seriously. Our big European adventure was the technical last hurrah before babies — but so were Vietnam, Bali and Belize. So that’s how we do.
The next few trips on the docket are weekenders, including last weekend’s little Palm Springs jaunt. (A quick trip to the desert is something we’d talked about even while freezing our tushies off in Venice and Paris especially.) We stayed at the Hard Rock Hotel Palm Springs, which had just made its debut with an official grand opening party the week before. The Hard Rock replaces (and totally revamps) the former Hotel Zoso on Indian Canyon Drive — walking distance from basically everything. Read more…
I’ve been a vegetarian for so long (20-plus years!) that I don’t experience any sense of active compromise when I’m quickly scanning menus for the limited dishes I can eat. And certainly when I travel, I don’t necessarily expect to eat that nation’s specialty, and I don’t bemoan it if I can’t. I’m very used to this, and I like to think I’m low maintenance in that regard, though I do actively seek out vegetarian restaurants when I travel if it’s a possibility.
You’d think that a babymoon in Europe (France, Italy, Spain) would be kind of a perfect scenario for a pregnant vegetarian: first-world cleanliness practices, and tons of bread and pasta and cheese as national specialties, available anywhere from street corners to fine dining rooms (especially compared to some of the more far-flung or meat-loving places where we’ve traveled recently, like Indonesia, Istanbul). Easy peasy, right?
Totally wrong, as it turns out. American pregnant women are not advised to eat unpasteurized cheese (or milk, or juice), and it turns out Europeans are not real big on pasteurizing their stuff. Ironic, right? Given that Louis Pasteur‘s birthplace was indeed France. Read more…
As you know by now, I’m in the middle of a house remodel that has necessitated our move out of our house — and in with parents and in-laws. As disruptive as this is (and I’m sure I could think of a few other choice adjectives to describe it as well), it also provides a great sense of excitement: When we move back in, we’re going to have a brand-new-feeling place and a fresh start.
To go with our new bathroom, new office, new dining room, and revamped dressing and laundry room, we’re definitely eyeing plenty of new furniture. (Obvi!)
LA Furniture Store has a couple of locations right near us, at the Westside Pavilion and in Downtown L.A. (not to mention e-commerce and locations in Florida and New York as well), and would be a great place to pick up some key pieces. Here’s what I’m thinking… Read more…
OK, dear readers and impeccable home decorators! It’s giveaway time again. And I’m pretty pumped on the latest prize.
The modern home decor, furniture and accessories retailer LA Furniture Store is offering Homebody in Motion readers a $125 gift card toward its super chic and sleek modern styles, available online as well as at locations all over the country (including several right here in my home town of Los Angeles — DTLA and Westside Pavilion holler! — plus New York and Florida).
Put your (free!) money toward a huge selection of modern furniture, or use it to completely cover one amazing accent piece — like this gilded starburst mirror with kind of a mid-century modern feel, a steal at $125 on the nose. (It reminds me of my fave Palm Springs, and I totally want it in my house — we can be twinsies). Read more…
Surely I must be one of those people who’s not happy unless she’s in constant motion, whether that means traveling (three countries per 10-day vacation is about our speed), or keeping busy at home.
The latest piece of evidence: On Tuesday, which is the day I hit 19 weeks pregnant (or exactly halfway on the twins full-term scale), we’ll move out of our house as we begin demo for a two-month remodel. To recap: a home remodel while pregnant. One that requires moving out. And moving in with parents and in-laws. For six weeks. Gulp.
In short, here’s why. Read more…
Several years ago, I had the privilege of covering the opening of the Cosmopolitan of Las Vegas casino resort. It was a really wildly splashy affair (in the recession, no less) that involved a spectacular black-tie New Year’s Eve dinner designed by Colin Cowie, and a concert in a rather intimate ballroom by such up-and-comers as Jay-Z, Coldplay, Beyonce, Kanye West — you know, no biggie. Of course, the fabulous food and champers flowed, and surprises like poolside concerts and other treats popped up around the property all weekend. After that, David and I decided, “OK, we don’t have to do New Year’s Eve anymore. We can put the whole holiday to bed. We’ll never top this.”
Valentine’s Day in Paris was kinda like that. From the second deck of the Eiffel Tower after sunset, we declared, “It’s a wrap on Valentine’s Day.” Read more…
First of all, just to put it out there: The word “babymoon” is pretty obnox, right? But the concept, of course, is something I can totally get behind.
Obviously, when I found out I was pregnant, there was zero chance we were going to miss heading out for (at least) one last hurrah abroad. Of course, we got the doctor’s OK (he was relievingly unconcerned), and then we tossed around a ton of babymoon ideas.
Where to go? In recent years, our travel has tended to favor remote and third-world places, often accessed by super-long flights from Los Angeles. This time, we had a few specific criteria: Read more…
Oh yes, this blog is about to take a turn.
My absence here in recent weeks can be explained by the big news that (wait for it) I’m pregnant… with twins no less!
At this stage, I’m into the second trimester and expecting mid-summer. Obviously the exciting developments over here mean that our decision making about all matters both house related and travel related shift in new directions.
I hope you’ll keep reading to see where all of this takes us. I’m pretty darn curious myself!