Legion of Honor Visit

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We visited the Legion of Honor this weekend with our museum buddy Michelle. It’s one of the most lovely museums in San Francisco, stunning views of the Golden Gate bridge, but it’s way out on the edge of town. I’ve only been maybe twice in 15 years. Some of my favorite pieces:



Love a good side-eye statue.


They had a Pierre Bonnard exhibition going on, and I found The Bath, one of my favorite paintings. I had a postcard of this pinned to the wall of my room through college.


Ozzy wants to walk very much, but is concerned about falling. So he yells to be set down, stands for a minute, then crawls back to you and yells until you pick him up again. We had a good time.

A Perfect Thing


Brad and I are getting married in July, and the wedding dress hunt is a bust so far, possibly because my brain is skipping on the cotton-candy-ripple-cha-cha pictured above.

Christian Siriano is the designer, remember him from Project Runway? I saw this image of it in Darcy Miller‘s Instagram feed and barely refrained from licking my phone screen.

It is impressively, and justifiably, out of my price range. But! The per-wearing cost would bring it well into budget. I could drape myself over a fainting couch every morning and eat breakfast bonbons in my own personal joy cloud.

The Baby and The Bathwater


Ozzy is eight months old, and we take a Christmas bath in the deep tub at his grandparents’ house.

He is a slick terror, this wet, naked baby, excited about water. He arches back, takes a deep inhale of his bathwater, and comes up baffled. I am horrified, utterly responsible.

I dip my neck to level our faces. Ozzy coughs at me a few times, staring hard with red eyes. Then he turns away and resumes splashing.

I call at his dad with my heart in my mouth.

“Look up dry drowning.” I say.


“Dry drowning. It’s a thing. I am freaking out.”

Brad consults the appropriate search engine results, and assures me that dry drowning is very rare, and much more dramatic. Ozzy looks fine, he says.

Still. Do you see the feathers on his soft baby head? The way his neck bunches up on itself?

His skin, and his squeaks, and his fat splashing hands, have me praying the Parent Prayer Universal.

Keep breathing tiny baby. Keep breathing. Forever and ever, amen.

Arms Up

Thanks for the photo Jenny!

I’m forty years old this morning, typing this while the sun comes up. When they learn I’m turning forty, people mostly ask if I’m okay with it. They have concerned faces because they can see the bony fingers of decrepitude encircling my neck.

Thanks for the photo, Miss Bex!

But I feel happy. Life is on a major upswing right now, and I’m riding this rollercoaster hill to the mothrafrocking top. I can barely even see the flags from here.

P.S. Everyone needs a giant pool flamingo.

Self Determination


Hank dressed himself today. If I know my kid, he chose the most available item of clothing from each drawer — a tank top and shorts, soccer socks, skater sneakers, and a blazer when I told him he needed a jacket.


So off we go to the beach for some pickup soccer, then a few Ollies at the skate park, topped off with dessert at the yacht club. Lifestyle goals.


Put this in Your Ears

I’ve been making mixes in secret. Secret mixes. This one is very literal about its theme, probably because I just gave birth and also binge-watched every episode of Six Feet Under.

Life and Death, the Mortality Mix
on Spotify
on Rdio

Here on my accounts on Spotify and Rdio, if you’d like to subscribe. I use Spotify and port over to Rdio. I don’t want to talk about Apple Music right now. Shh.

Pinterest, it’s for Pinning Stuff!

Don’t be a Dick badges, plus other stuff I pinned. This week it’s mostly clothing to help conceal post pregnancy gut, which I will have for approximately the next two years. At what point does it become regular gut? I think I get another two months. The long shadow of the elliptical machine looms over me.

Also, are these Wave Sandals the most uncomfortable footwear since wooden clogs? I want them, but I fear them. But I want them.


We were too sleepy to leave the house one day last week, so we had dinner on the roof. I have never done this before, due to stupidity? Speaking of stupidity, we also tried to go to Six Flags to celebrate the end of summer, but when we got there it was closed. Anyway, we took Hank to Chuck E. Cheese instead, where Ozzy fell asleep and Hank kept saying “This is WAY better than Six Flags!!” Bullet dodged.

How sweet is the slogan on this vintage rowing coat? It reads “Nothing without Labor” in Latin. Let’s all get it tattooed on our foreheads. Do it you guys. Pact. (By the way, Relic Vintage is the best vintage shopping in San Francisco, curated by Oran, a guy I used to see out swing dancing when I lived in Sacramento. Small world, and so forth.)


We’re going to what promises to be the world’s happiest wedding in New Hampshire next week, so you’ll see more of me @maggie on Twitter and on Instagram.

Life List

On Go Mighty, I added a new fruit to my 1,000 Fruits.

Hey. Good to know.

I recognize that the fantasy of taking an 8-year-old and an infant on an around the world trip is better than the reality, but still:
How to Find Cheap Airline Tickets
Beginners Guide to Booking a Round the World Plane Ticket

Cool stuff my friends are doing

Meg Keene of Practical Wedding made a baby!
Jordan Ferney of Oh Happy Day did a house tour on Cup of Jo.
Michelle Morrison announced a new Designers and Geeks talk.
Sonya Yu is having a solo exhibition of her work, Vermeer Light at Four Barrel. That’s her image above, go have a look.

Have a happy weekend!