Saturday

Psssssssst....

Change is in the air! 
I have so enjoyed this blog and it has been a good couple of years, but it's time for something a little bit different. 
I have moved my blog to a new location with a bit of a different format. 
If you read my blog, I'd love for you to check it out and let me know what you think. 
And as a little "thank you" to all of the followers who have made my bloglife to lovely these past years, I'd like to host a little giveaway to celebrate my new blog!
I'll be giving away two 8.5 x 11 prints of your choice from my shop. All you need to do is click the "follow" button on my new blog, The Voyagers, and you will be entered to win. I'll select a winner next Friday! 

Hope you'll all stop by!

 

Tuesday

 Last weekend, in the high spring Colorado winds, we went down to the Santa Fe arts district to cheer on a friend from Vail who was showing a piece in one of the galleries.







 Eating street-cart panna cotta in the lounge.
With my friend Lara and her guy John. A late night for little Q, but she's a trooper!

Thursday

 Skipping back to NY, and the Met, with my mum and my dear friend Carol.







Monday

 A March morning in West Vail, spring runoff just beginning in the rivers.
 A restorative lunch of curry-wurst sandwiches on baguettes and homemade chicken soup at Swiss HotDog.


 Q feeling inspired by Peter Pan at a park in West Vail.




 Oh, that Colorado spring sunshine. There's nothing like it. Good for the body and soul.

Sunday

 Though we got a bit of a late start, we did manage to spend most of Q's spring break in the mountains.
 It was an unusual March in New York, and it is an unusual spring in the Vail Valley as well, with daytime temps near 60.
 The mountain is still open, but it's funny to see skis in the racks as we peel off our jackets to lounge in the warm spring sun.
 The snow is hanging on, but only just!
 And this was first thing in the morning!
 Q loves her time in Arrowhead so much that she is reluctant to sleep, and wakes every day before dawn.

Morning light mid-valley.
She found a ball to bring for the dogs.

Tuesday

 During our latest trip to NYC, we were finally able to have a long-delayed dinner with Jane of the amazing children's clothing line Anaïs & I and her family.
I do some illustration for Anaïs & I, and Jane is a treasured friend.
 Q spent the beginning of the evening racing up and down the halls on scooters, in hot pursuit of Jane's youngest son.
They have a similar speed ethic, and were fast friends from the start. 
This is Anaïs, Jane's daughter and muse for the line (in an Anaïs & I dress). It was her birthday.
Q and Anaïs allaying their boredom during the dinner party ;)
 Anaïs had already had a birthday celebration, but there was some cake left over, and she was eager to re-enact the ceremonies with the new guests. Lucky us, since the cake was elegantly constructed from dozens of layers of crepes with a delicate filling between.
 At this stage of her existence, Q harbors a deep-seated and burning jealousy of watching others blow out their birthday candles.
 It eats her up inside, and on occasion I have actually seen her burst into tears at a restaurant when someone at a neighboring table has a birthday celebration at dessert.
So I was incredibly proud at the supreme self-control that she exercised in order to compose this exquisitely polite facade as Anaïs blew out her second birthday candle of the day. As a mother, I can see past the facade, and I know that she is burning up inside at this moment. So I give her a great deal of credit for the angelic facade she was able to compose for this occasion. 
After the cake ceremony, all was made well when Anaïs presented Q with a surprise gift box containing a spectacular Anaïs & I party dress (in silver to complement Anaïs' gold version). Both girls changed into their dresses, and all of Q's jealousy was forgotten ;)
 One member of the group, however, was still feeling left out...Lucas (wearing an A&I tee with my balloon elephant design) was dying to join the party, and apparently feeling very left-out...
Being comforted by mommy. Sometimes, it's hard being the youngest.