LucyLark presents...

I always wanted to be in a music video. 
And I dont mean like an Icona Pop or Killers video...
although, that would be amazing.
I just wanted to be dancing with my girlfriends, with a fun song, wearing beautiful clothes.
Well... Cross it off my bucket list, 
Friends, Please watch my dear friend Lindsey Sommer's new promotional film and check out her dresses! LucyLark.com




A short birth story of the video...
A couple months ago, my friend Lindsey told me she wanted to make a dress line, 
And I took her seriously because four or so years ago she told me she wanted to 
go to law school and.... well...
She's an attorney.

So the next thing you know were on the phone talking about making a music video
to promote the dresses.
We had so much fun talking about the concept. 
Sort of the perfect prom...
which in this case, meant no prom, no boys, just your girlfriends.
Linds picked out the dopest venue to shoot at and found the perfect song.
I have always had this idea of dancing free around a bonfire with my girlfriends. 
With all that carefree, to hell with it attitude,
I was really feeling Lana Del Rey's latest video for "Ride"
where she and her misfit friends are hanging around a bonfire and
(dont judge) the last scene of Waiting to Exhale, when the four women come 
together and celebrate the New Year by the lake, sans men. Just them.

Fast-forward a few weeks later I was trying on these beautiful, fun dresses
that Lindsey designed and made.
I was totally blown away.
She is a force.
And she totally inspires me .

And...
The fact that we were able to do the bonfire made my life.

The only problem is now Im addicted.
So its crossed off my bucket list but I added

Number 76. Make more music videos.

Again, you guys... check out Lindsey's dress line at LucyLark.com
I was wearing the short blue dress, and I LOVED it!
It was so comfortable and 
I felt that magical combination of
Feeling Pretty Without the Illusion that you are Trying Too Hard.

Urban Dictionary is always right

Have you ever looked up your name in urban Dictionary?
I just did and whoa.
you guys, it is crazy.
Urban Dictionary like really knows me.

Urban Dictionary, Please define Alexis...
(just go ahead and skim through it,
my favorite part is at the bottom
it's the conversation I have with myself every morning)

What does Urban Dictionary say about alexis?

Alexis If you’re like me this name sends a tingle down your spine... Alexis's are the most beautiful girls in the world and their personalities are just as beautiful. You will fall in LOVE with her so fast and quickly realize it’s a connection like no other. She will put a smile on your face even on the worst days. They are kind, caring, sweet, compassionate, ravishing, breath taking, astonishing, funny, amazing and honestly perfect... you will think they came from heaven. She is an amazing artist and photographer. She will finish your sentences which is so god damn cute. She will always be there for you when you need someone.   Alexis: You're Perfect Me: Believe me the perfect part of me is you This one Im just going to copy and paste in the "about me" section: Alexis A girl who's louder than a bull horn! She's hotter than jalepenos! She's always smiling and laughing! She loves music and dirty jokes! She's caring and the friend who can make you laugh when your in utter despair! She's the girl you know is going places!( She hates whores) Alexis: You know I make it rain on my bitches!!!! What does Urban Dictionary say about You?

This is my jam.

Listen up. This is OH. SO. GOOD. 

So good, I'll stand the possibility of embarrassment by labeling it, "my jam".

Unknown Mortal Orchestra 

"So Good at Being in Trouble"

Ginger and Elmo's friendship back in the day,

This was a post from December 28th, 2009.

Three years, 9 days ago. 
Its one of my most favorites.


















Well Ginger, Elmo was just being honest.

Today I read this...



In THIS moment...
the house is quiet.
Ginger is napping.
music is playing quietly.
I can smell my lilies Casey bought me.
I'm in my pj's
on the couch with Moses
playing on my computer,
instead of cleaning my house.
drinking tea with milk.
And I just spent a half hour
of my life
putting words into
my 10 month old daughter
and Elmo's mouth's.
Can you say huge nerd?

So in this moment I am happy.
and what I'll take from that
is
I have a happy life.

The Host of the Air

I'm pretty much obsessed with this poem.

As you read it, I urge you to follow the advice

of Scott Raab, I was excited to see he wrote an article in Esquire Magazine

about it, He Says,

 "Google the poem. Print it out. Read it -- aloud and slow -- then write it down for yourself. Sweet Jesus, don't ponder the goddamn thing -- let it in. Make it a part of you

THE HOST OF THE AIR

by: William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

'DRISCOLL drove with a song
The wild duck and the drake
From the tall and the tufted reeds
Of the drear Hart Lake.

And he saw how the reeds grew dark
At the coming of night-tide,
And dreamed of the long dim hair
Of Bridget his bride.

He heard while he sang and dreamed
A piper piping away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay.

And he saw young men and young girls
Who danced on a level place,
And Bridget his bride among them,
With a sad and a gay face.

The dancers crowded about him
And many a sweet thing said,
And a young man brought him red wine
And a young girl white bread.

But Bridget drew him by the sleeve
Away from the merry bands,
To old men playing at cards
With a twinkling of ancient hands.

The bread and the wine had a doom,
For these were the host of the air;
He sat and played in a dream
Of her long dim hair.

He played with the merry old men
And thought not of evil chance,
Until one bore Bridget his bride
Away from the merry dance.

He bore her away in his arms,
The handsomest young man there,
And his neck and his breast and his arms
Were drowned in her long dim hair.

O'Driscoll scattered the cards
And out of his dream awoke:
Old men and young men and young girls
Were gone like a drifting smoke;

But he heard high up in the air
A piper piping away,
And never was piping so sad,
And never was piping so gay.

In Memory of Dr. Ralph Conti

Thinking of Dr. Ralph Conti and what a wonderful man and doctor he was. 
He was my children's pediatrician 
He passed away yesterday. 

I dont have the words to express my gratitude and respect and love for this man. 
But I feel compelled to try in a humble attempt to honor him and his life. 
He will be dearly missed. 
I remember the time he walked in and saw me, 
totally overwhelmed and sleep deprived 
and most likely in a state of shock 
over the day to day challenge of having two kids under 2
one a newborn. 
He sat down and looked me in the eyes and said, 

"it's okay to feel this way, you're doing a great job 
and you're going to keep doing a great job."

"But he won't sleep and Im so tired. 
Every night, my anxiety is out of control. 
I am afraid because I know it will be another 
sleepless night and I dont know how many more I can take." I protested in tears. 

"Here's what you do..." he replied,
he then took a sharpie marker 
wrote down specific instructions on that butcher type paper that covers the chairs. 
He tore it off and handed it to me. 
How to feed him, when to feed him, how to help him calm down, 
This wasnt my first time as a mom, but it sure felt like it.
That piece of paper was a gift. 
I felt like I could see the light at the end of the tunnel.
He then reaffirmed me as a mother before he proceeded to examine Oliver.

Upon examining Oliver he discovered a heart murmur, 
one if those things that is not likely a big deal,
but coupled with Oliver's RSV,
it was important to get him in to a cardiologist. 
Dr. Conti explained everything to me, 
not sugar coating but not exaggerating. 
He told me the level of concern he would have if it was his own son, 
which put it in perspective for me. 
He let me ask as many questions without rushing me 
or treating me like a neurotic mother. 
And then called a cardiologist and arranged for me to go directly there 
so I didn't have to wait and worry. 
(It turned out to be a heart valve that wasn't completely closed yet 
but would be in time and all would be fine.)

I felt like a relative to Dr. Conti.
I felt as if he showed my children and I extra attention because we were family.
But that is how he treated all of his patients and parents of patients. 
His compassion and patience had no bounds. 
He calmed my fears as a mother 
and I trusted him with my children, Oliver and Ginger, 
my greatest treasures in life. 
I believe every mom out there can understand the magnitude of such a gift. 

What a wonderful man. 
RIP Dr. Ralph Conti

“Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.” 
― Shannon L. Alder

What is This Thing Called Death...

What is this thing called death
This quiet passing in the night?
Tis not the end but genesis
of better worlds and greater light.

O God, touch Thou my aching heart
And calm my troubled, haunting fears.
Let hope and faith, transcendent, pure,
Give strength and peace beyond my tears.

There is no death, but only change,
With recompense for vict’ry won.
The gift of Him who loved all men,
The Son of God, the Holy One.

Gordon B. Hinkley

In Memory of 

Andrea Hastings Lemmon

John Ray

Vicki Harvey

and Annell Kellogg

I Love Michael Jackson, Judge if you'd like.

Micheal Jackson's genius never ceases to amaze me. 

Currently

where.  in my bed
eating.  sausalitos
feeling.  angry, guilty for the anger, and oddly inspired
thinking.  I shouldnt eat cookies in bed. I hate crumbs.
listening to.   Ryan fontana // Sweetest Girl and Ride Wit Me mashup
confession.   I know all the lyrics to Nelly's Country Grammer album.
memory.   2001, in Nikki's neon with my best friends, headed to soccer practice and singing along to Nelly.
best part of the day.  coming home from the bookstore, throwing my keys on the counter, feeling exhausted and Ginger sighs heavily, I turn and look at her, she has half moon eyes and a sweet smile. I smile back. She says "today was fun."
tempted to.   go get my babes out of their beds and bring them to mine, so we can snuggle. but I wont.
time right now.   1:58 am. crap.
Currently reading.   Understanding Exposure by Bryan Peterson and The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin
Tomorrow I will.   edit, organize, throw away stuff, blood work, run an errand Ive been putting off, build a lego castle with Ginger and blow whistles with Oliver. 


Loving these three links...





From march 2010 until february 2011 Mikko Kuorinki formed one new text on the wall of Kiasma museum every week.
Pretty rad. Entire Collection Here.


But seriously this collection of photos kills me. dead. deader then dead. self described as A trio collective from Soweto, portraying South Africa as they see it.
I see a different you is perfection.











Right?


I think I found both sites via Miss Moss


nighty night.

Reinventing

“and reinvent your life because you must;
it is your life and
its history
and the present
belong only to
you.”

- Charles Bukowski (via atomiclanterns)