For the record, it smells like roses.

They are sold out in Joss & Main where they are on sale for $19, but you can still get them at the Petit Coterie site for $35. Yankee swappers, take note.

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life,” Jobs said. “Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”

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You and I both know that there is going to be a hefty goody bag at this event. The kind from the heydays of SWAG. I’m thinking about the Neiman Marcus Holiday Preview when the gift bag was so heavy you had to hail a cab because the pointy edges of the shopping bag nipped at your ankles. Unfortunately I can’t go because we have tickets to Elvis Costello at the Welmont in Montclair—a show we have been looking forward to ever since I sat out in the sun one July morning waiting for an hour to buy tickets with my friend Erin. We hung around with our phones sending work emails probably earning a few wrinkles in the process, with a bunch of Montclairians who looked, well, how else can I say it, weathered. I’ll go to the concert but now my heart will be in Soho.

He liked it so much he said he wanted to take it home. We all laughed, haha so funny, a kid has never said that before but inside it made me very nervous. It’s a little too easy to imagine him stealing Redi-Whip from Quickcheck to do whippits when he hits Montclair High.

After the gas wore off they gave him a token to get a present out of a gumball machine. He got a blonde mustache.

The visit felt a bit too prophetic for a drizzly Monday.

All in all the night was fun even though I was kicking myself for not taking the extra time when I had it to buy that seamless liquid eye liner, or for having walked past those sexy heels when they were on sale, and to not have ordered that amazing blouse on Ru LaLa. The recession and a happy marriage has done in my desire to seek out the chachacha and I realize I need clothes and makeup that are full of possibility.

urbanoutfitters.com, $34

And even possibly this 2012 calendar from cuteoverload.com

Last week in the Sunday Metro section the NYT times featured a story about my grandfathers butcher shop in Flatbush. Its 80 years old and still going strong because my second and third cousins who continue to run it, long after the grandpa Mike died, have adapted with the changing neighborhood demands from Italian, Irish and Jewish to Carribean. I grew up my whole life with a first course of pasta and a second of steak or chicken or both, now maybe he’d be bringing home goat.

“At Michael’s, a woman carrying two shopping bags pushed open the door on a recent afternoon and asked, in a Caribbean lilt, for the price of the oxtail. It was $6.29 a pound, she was told. “Lord have mercy,” she said, backing out the door.”

I’ve been redecorating the boys rooms and while trying to find inspiration for their own personal man-caves I stumbled on this photo of Steve McQueen at home. I kind of love the idea of borrowing some of these looks for the boys and am now trying to sell one or both boys on a tiger rug. It’s also still really current–even the goofy lanterns–below are some quick ways to make this your own.

Couch: Crate & Barrel

Rug: Williams Sonoma Home

Coffee table: Restoration Hardware

Side table: Oly studio

Lanterns: Twos Company

Chair: Hero Eames Lounge

Candelabra: Pottery Barn

Foliage: Rubber plant

Before his birthday dinner I left the boys with Joshua our sitter. They were tasked with decorating the dining room but apparently while they were wrapping streamers around every table leg Dashy found the Batman bag and opened to find the Easy Bake Oven. When I came he ran up to and demanded to know why I got the girls an oven! I was so relieved he had snooped. I looked at him and said, “Maybe the oven is not for the girls, maybe its for someone else…” Later that night when he finally did get to open the bag he hugged the over as if it was teddy bear. Since then we’ve made two batches of red velvet cupcakes and a batch of chocolate chip cookies. The treats are mouse-sized and wonderfully tasty.