Thursday, June 7, 2012

Kindred Spirit in Chocolate

I have long adhered to the thought that chocolate and breakfast cereal go hand in hand. Enter Jacques Torres, the guy who's made it his duty to cover anything and everything with chocolate. Sometimes when desperate I'll order chocolate covered Cheerios through the late night anything-goes delivery service.

At Easter time I took these pics, and when I went back today I was reminded I should share the love, coated in chocolate

chocolate bunnies. on steroids.
don't get distracted- among mudslide, peanut butter choc, and original, PICK ORIGINAL
must MUST have the chocolate chip cookie
chocolate covered peeps- Brilliant!
I get my haircut at Arrojo in SoHo and nearby is Jaques Torres. Here I am plotting my way. Good thing I only discovered its proximity to the salon recently, or I'd have been in trouble much sooner:
perfect marriage

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Sprinkles Cupcakes

I feel like I'm doing my own cupcake tour around here! Was uptown at 59th and Lex, and came across Sprinkles cupcakes. I've had them before but never in the store.
Branding points, I give them a 9 out of 10 (Georgetown Cupcakes in SoHo gets the 10 in my book!) And in taste, I place them second to Georgetown as well. I got the Orange cupcake just to try something different, and it was fab. Had to hurry and throw the other half away before I inhaled the whole thing!

Thursday, April 26, 2012

If you're wondering how many registered republicans there are in Tribeca...

...the answer is 3. Since Elizabeth Hasselbeck lives on the UWS, Jason and I are wildly curious who it is (my guess it's not Harvey K.). Would love to meet him and say hello. :)

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Things that crack my kids up...

...driving in the Holland Tunnel, there is a tile marker where the tunnel leaves New Jersey and enters New York. The kids watch for it and watch for it for those few miles, then cheer when they cross the line. I love it too. My dream is to have a perfect picture of the Line of Demarkation from Poo-poosville to Home- I'll have to try next time, the rearview mirror got in the way :)
Wait for it...
wait for it...
here it comes...

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Packing Heat

So I went to Matt Bernson today on Harrison. A new store, his workshop has been in Tribeca for a while but it's nice to have a retail place to shop. I love his shoes. Love his bracelets. I've been obsessed with getting a gun necklace (ironic, since I'm such a pacifist I walked out of The Hunger Games movie), and found this sniper rifle necklace. Much bigger than the $850 one here, in fact styled completely differently, but a great happy little springtime bobble, don't you agree?

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Why "Queen of A Small Country?"

I worried that the name of this blog would sound a little silly, as in 'what country'? 'what queen?'
It's actually just a simple joke on me, and here's the story:
About 5 years ago my sweet husband came home from a long day at work to find me in tears, knee-deep in kids and unmet expectations. Crappy dinner. Probably no workout, cagey day. As I vented and vented about how much I hated it, how Motherhood made me feel like I was a round peg trying to shove myself into a square hole, I finally concluded, "There's been some huge mistake. This is all wrong. I wasn't meant to be a mom. I know I was meant to be the Queen of some small country!!!"
I was totally 100% serious when I said it. I really believed it. Some days I still do. But at that point my husband, as usual with my freakouts, tried I'm sure to suppress his giggles, all the while trying to figure out how to fix it all.
I got over it that day, and every other day that felt that way. Barbara Bush once described her child-rearing time as "Long Days and Short Years". Nothing more true than that. Some days you want it to end. NOW. Other days you know you're seeing into eternity, with 60 seconds of bliss that somehow makes all the other stuff work it. I still work to reconcile this job. I'll always be a round peg, only now I've created my own round hole to fit in. Just to be myself and be their mother and realize that it's not mutually exclusive.