Happy Snaps – IGer, like, To the Max

24 Sep

I will admit I was an Instasnob. “What’s the BD?” I would think…hoping BD (BigDeal) would catch on like WTF or FTW. Spoiler alert: it hasn’t. YET.

Anyway I didn’t get the hype. Instagram? More like Poor Man’s Hipstamatic! (Hold up, do you know that I actually had to walk over to my iPhone and find Hipstamatic to remember the name of the app? That’s how irrelevant it is a mere year after I used it last. One year human life is likened to 6 years in iPhone life.)

Then, the worst thing that could ever happen to a Mother happened. Well, second worst. My DSLR stopped functioning at full capacity. This came at a time that we were in the midst of a move AND my original MacBook Pro gave out. I felt like I was being punished by the universe.

I had to embrace another way to photograph every moment of my children’s lives or I would lose the Mamarazzi title I worked so hard to get. I needed to post copious fragments of our lives on FB or else it never happened because my kids are too young to remember and I am too old not to forget. YEARS OF CHILDHOOD HISTORY COMPLETELY LOST if not for my savior, The Instagram.

Also I like to take photos of food I make. Not because my food looks good or is healthy or because I post recipes anywhere worthwhile. Just because it is MY food and therefore of interest to ME. There, I said it. Instagram has made me a selfish sharer….sharing only things I myself am interested in. But then…I have found others like me and their things interest me, too. So there’s this sharing of selfs going on and unlike FB it is an actual peek into someone’s life. A glimpse at their dinner or their children’s feet in the sand and there is something human and comforting in that.

I don’t have a huge following and I don’t use hashtags to my benefit but I enjoy my little slice of humanness — find me @aznaz or check out some of my food photos below:

Welcome Home – now get to work!

13 Aug
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Sun coming through our windows to signal a new day

We’ve been “on the run” like a band of gypsies since May. And by “on the run” I mean living with family then running away from family then camping in our newly rented duplex in Montclair then returning to Atlanta to move then arriving back to our duplex with more boxes than space then totally neglecting the box unpacking to write this blog post.

Our transition from Atlanta to Montclair has taken longer than preferred but our decision to live here (versus Upper West or Brooklyn or Port Washington or…) was a quick and easy one. The moment our wheels rolled onto Bloomfield, we looked at each other with goofy grinned faces and breathlessly exhaled “this is it!” This.Is.It. Montclair is a dreamland for me – and while it could be because I am still in the honeymoon stages of living in a new quaint village-y town – I feel at home already. Our neighborhood is peppered with antique stores, bakeries (nomz), the Farmers Market, toy stores and boutiques and family-owned businesses we love to support. In nice weather we mostly walk to run our errands and otherwise nothing is further than a 4 minute drive.

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Montclair Fave – Cuban Pete’s

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Walnut Street with Adi

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Toy Store Storefront Nearby

I’ve taken the boys on a few adventures and we look forward to being settled in and really exploring our new town. I’ll be sure to check in with photographic evidence of our future bakery & antiquing exploits.

Leaving Town, Going Home

22 Apr

I have this thing where no matter what the situation or conversation is, my mental playlists cues a related song & oft changes lyrics to better suit my circumstances. So when I got the news we were moving back to NYC from ATL (woot woot!) these songs played on permarepeat in my head:

Going Home by Diddy

Leaving Las Vegas Atlanta by Sheryl Crow

Going Back to Cali New York by Tone Loc

NY State of Mind by Billy Joel

…and the list goes on. And speaking of lists, one of the multitude of to-dos I had on my own list was listing my house. It wasn’t until the realtor was here taking pics that I realized this.is.real. I am going to say goodbye to this beautiful place in search of something else. Another way of life. A husband who works long hours. Kids who will need me more than ever. And it’s not an easy thing to take on right now but I know NYC is where hub’s heart is, where his jobs will be, and let’s face it –>; Atlanta was never “home” no matter how hard I tried. Our home was home, though, and it’s hard to say goodbye to it. *insert pouty sad face here*

I went through the house primping and fluffing to get it picture-perfect for these HDR shots my realtor took in wide angle. Check it, yo:

Front of Craftsman Bungalow

Side View of Our House

Front Patio

Main Living Area

Dining Room

Kitchen

Master Bedroom

Master Bathroom

Kids’ Bedroom

Guest Bathroom

Loft

Spiral Stairs

Backyard

Backyard

Back of House

Train Caboose Guest House

Train Caboose Guest House

I wish there were more photos of it. The whole listing is here. I followed our agent with my iPhone in hand, obsessively taking low quality shots of every detail like some deranged museum curator who needs record of the way things were. (Cue: The Way We Were by Barbra Streisand.) I’m like a hoarder of digital pictures. Which is weird because I am absolutely a purger of physical things. I feel the need to document everything these days so I can try to remember it all. Momnesia has gotten the best of me & I don’t remember many details without the aid of photographic evidence. Don’t tell the kids that, though. They still think I see and know all.

I hope someone buys it who loves it as much as we did and who finds the value in such a special neighborhood. I was the neighborhood bloggesse and I’ve relinquished that to a sweet friend here in the hood (whom I will also miss. Waaaah!) I am slowly checking things off our to do list and it feels good but it also means we are one step closer to completely changing our lives. Thrilling and anxiety-inducing.

I’m off to reluctantly pack. Or eat chocolate cake in denial. The latter…definitely the latter.

Salvage ATL – Holy! What the? F it! I’m doing it.

10 Apr

This Saturday is the Salvage ATL event where my lil’ vintage line {verdigreen} is debuting in the real-space marketplace.

salvage ATL

I have mixed feelings of excitement and terror as I consider my presence outside the safety and comfort of the Etsy interwebs.

{verdigreen} vintage

To try and take my mind off the mounting to-do-list of funnery for the event, I created an Etsy treasury to highlight some of my vendor-mates.

salvage atl vintage vendor - link in treasury

They’re full of unparalleled awesomeness so the curation of their shop pieces had the opposite effect and now I’m feeling even less at ease. So here I sit, sipping Green Tea Ginger Ale which is almost as good as a beer.

green tea ginger ale - for all that ails you (almost)

Please come visit me, in BOOTH #1 (wh-wh-what?) this Saturday from 11am-6pm & bring me a PBR (the event sponsor – total score) to calm my nerves.

{verdigreen} at salvage

Easter Tradition – Getting a Tattoo

7 Apr

Okay I confess…that’s not an Easter tradition and this will likely be the only year I get “Easter ink” done.

Talking through it - distraction technique

But since you’re here and you’re reading, look what I did!

Double checking placement pre-ink

I can not have any more children because there are no wrists left to commemorate them on. I’m okay with that. I’m more than okay with that.

Being told what to do if I need to pass out

As it turns out, I have met my threshold of carving-designs-into-my-skin-for-self-expression pain.

Pretending to be really tough

Not as tough as I picture myself to be.

Bracing myself - it's ouchy

Now I have a tattoo on each wrist.

Left wrist - Hunter

As I like to say, the placement is symbolic of the shackles of motherhood imprisonment.

Right wrist - Kingston

But in a good way.

Days Leading up to the Chocolate Bunny Hunt

6 Apr

A friend staying in our Guest House Caboose noticed my overcrowded pastel display and said, “Oh I didn’t realize you guys celebrated Easter.” I could have taken “you guys” = heathens or “you guys” = your family so I chose the latter. Our mini-men will not be deprived an Eastery youth, like I often felt until Mom started leaving Cadbury Creme Eggs on my nightstand.

Today’s nod to Easter was the coloring of eggs, toddler style (adorning eggs with stickers then dropping them into a colorful solution before nap-time):

Happy Snaps – Easter Edition

4 Apr

In honor of the upcoming chocolate gorge sesh, I am posting a few snapshots of our Easter festivities.

Me & the boys made mini cakes for their school Easter celly tomorrow. Strawberry cake with lemon frosting and Easter nonpareils. Nomz:

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Our neighborhood Eggstravaganza – the kids are squealing with delight here which was a far cry from their miserable whining just moments before. I love photos! Hopefully they can help me forget how ridic our morning was prior to this happy snapshot:

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And a very retouched family shot in an attempt to erase all signs of allergic suffering from our faces (we look like we’re made of wax & I’m normally not that bronze…it’s a photo effect I went nuts with to cover the redness in my face from pollen adversity):

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Can’t Sleep – Allergies Win

4 Apr

Insomnia is not something I am EVER afflicted with until tonight after 2 rounds of allergy meds appeasin’ my sneezin’. Today has the potential of being rough. The optimist in me thought since I was up I should be productive so after putzing around on Twitter and FB and Etsy I opted to create a Treasury (a curated collection) loosely based on Game of Thrones. 

While I’m here and since it’s been seemingly difficult to tend to my WP of late, I’d also like to mention that I am besides myself with anxiety (the good kind, if there is such a thing) about the upcoming Salvage ATL event. I am honored to have been invited/accepted onto their list of vendors as I am a mere novice amongst ATL greats in the vintage community. I want to treat this as a learning experience since it’s my first foray into the actual marketplace (versus my virtual vintage {verdigreen} on Etsy where I normally live). But I’m also excited at the possibilities of theming/decorating my booth to attract like-minded collectors and those thoughts paired with the lack of time I have to dedicate to such grand ideas have left me hopeful that I will somehow pull it all together like a magical wedding planner.

So without further ado, I bid you adieu so I can officially begin my day with 3 hours of sleep, 2 itchy eyes, 1 runny nose and unlimited daydreams.

Happy Snaps – Sprouting Up

9 Mar

It’s rainy & overcast but bright…the kind of sky that makes you squinty but not smiley.

The sunshine is like overhead fluorescent lighting casting its unnatural glow on an otherwise dismal day.

During the last of today’s showers I hopped outside with my iPhone and snapped some pics.

I needed to remind myself that the gloomy days bring the rain that bring the life into this world.

Side note: I announced that today would be pajama party day and my 4yo said, “yay, a pajama party with my pajama mama!” which obvs I loved.

He is clever, that one. He must take after his mum.

Happy Snaps – Bright Bath Vignettes

8 Mar

Our home is a collection of visual daydreams.

This is largely due to my preference for a mix of colors and textures in my decorating design and secondarily a product of vintage-hunting for {verdigreen}.

For every one item I list on Etsy there are two others I keep. It’s an addiction a hobby, of sorts.

I snapped some quick iPhone shots of our master bathroom today to document a few vignettes.

 I feel the need to constantly take pictures for fear I will lose memory of the way things were.

This appeals to the nostalgic in me who is coincidentally plagued by momnesia.

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