Thursday, February 25, 2010

Spin My Head Wrong Round

Oh, Vertigo. You once were just an eerie, classic Hitchcock film. A lame U2 album even. How I wish I never knew you any better. You left me so dizzy that I don't know which way is up anymore.

About a week ago I started feeling dizzy. And I don't mean a little lightheaded, like when you stand up too quickly from lying down. No, this was more like, "Why is the room rocking from side to side? It's 6pm and I haven't had a single thing to drink." It was frightening, especially because I was home alone with Q when it first hit me. But when I laid down, I felt a bit better and was able to manage it.

Cut to Saturday morning. I had felt fine for most of Friday and even went to work, so even though I felt some dizziness on Friday evening I figured it was leaving my system. Oh no. I was woefully wrong. I woke up to the room going wonky as if I was in some Mad Hatter nightmare. I could only lay on my right side or I just knew I would see the previous night's pizza coming back up. At one point I had to turn over to feed Q and, much to his dismay, I had to hightail it like a drunken sailor to the bathroom. This feeling lasted for most of the day, so I just laid in bed with my eyes closed, willing the room to go still each time I tried to open my eyes again. Get me off of this damned ship! I wanted to scream. I swear I've never done heroin in my life, so why does it feel like I'm going through a freakin' withdrawal! Melodramatic, you say? Just wait until you meet Vertigo face to face. I truly hope you never do, though.

After some cajoling from my husband, I ended up in the ER on Saturday night, with Q safely at home under Grandma's care. What a way to spend a date night. Fortunately at that point I was feeling well enough to not want to puke all over my companions in the waiting room. Three fun-filled hours later I was told I had benign positional vertigo, which was "nothing to be concerned about and fairly common." After something about loose particles and little hairs in the inner ear getting bent, I was given some meds (thank you, goddess of pharmaceuticals), told not to drive for a week after my last episode (about 9 times from both the doctor and the nurse), and sent on my much less clumsy way.

So, if anyone does hook up with Vertigo any time soon, I can probably help you out. (Or if you're feeling anxious, but we'll save that bit for another time.) As for me, I'm trying to give Vertigo up for Lent and longer. Stop calling me, stop texting me, stop emailing me, stop leaving me Facebook posts, and stop trying to keep me in bed all day. I'm done. (Please let me be done.)

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Fashion Fantasies on a Saturday Night

Helmut Lang

BCBG Max Azria

Rag & Bone

Rachel Comey

Since I can't be at Fashion Week and no longer have a life to speak of on weekend nights, I will have to suffer through this lonely night with a few inspirational highlights from some favorite designers' shows this week. (RIP, Alexander McQueen)

I first realized the appeal of Helmut Lang when I worked for They do a lot of seemingly simple black. I mean a lot of black. But then you try a piece on and realize how perfectly slick and downtown cool you look. I kind of need those jeans with the zippers down the thighs.

Intriguing dress from BCBG in a color combination that I'm easily drawn to again and again.

I love the artful layering from Rag & Bone. Their clothes are impeccably made and the tailoring is always amazing, so it's a nice bonus to see the effortless feel that this collection imparts.

Rachel Comey always does beautiful feminine pieces with just a hint of urban sensibility. Very wearable, too.

I look forward to seeing what next week's designers bring. Marc Jacobs is live-streaming his show on Monday at 8pm EST (5pm PST), which is awesome. I also look forward to seeing what next Saturday night has in store for me. Perhaps some See's chocolates to go with my glass of wine? Dream big...

*Photos via

Tuesday, February 09, 2010

Stealth Mode

Q acquired a nasty cold last week, and he was definitely a trooper for the couple of days when he was extra snotty. He practically jumped into his crib for two naps on the worst day of his cold, whereas it was a daily battle to get him to go down for naptime for the past couple of weeks. That evening he got a sudden burst of energy as he noticed the remote control laying on the floor a few feet away from him, so he crawled on his belly, commando style, to snatch his favorite non-toy. I was in awe of him. I couldn't believe that he was actually crawling-- and on the worst day of his cold no less. I figured at 13 months that he was one of those babies who would never crawl. But watching him slither across the floor on his belly, I was also ridiculously proud, as if I had something to do with him hitting this milestone.

So, of course, the most alluring items and places are the least safe in our house. He seems to think there is a treasure chest of cookies at the bottom of the stairs since he always heads in that direction. Most of the time he pants excitedly like a puppy as he takes off, giving me a little heads up. But now he's catching on, getting quiet and stealthy as he makes his way to the media cabinet. Clearly we're in full babyproof mode.

Now what to do about those two fireplaces...

Wednesday, February 03, 2010

Dream a Little Living Room

The Guido house has not one but two living rooms. Well, one is more of a family room and one could be called the more formal living room. But I'm not into stuffy, untouchable rooms. I dream of a chic yet inviting, comfortable place to read, sit by the fire, enjoy the breathtaking view, and talk with friends. Toby has pretty much given me free reign over decorating this space, so here are some items on my wishlist for this very special LR.

Resolving Renewed

I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again in the nearer-than-I-know-future: I will write more in 2010! Sure, it's already February and I haven't so much as made a to-do list this year, but it's never too late, right?

A good friend recently reminded me to keep writing and to not let my creativity become stagnant. She, of course, is right. I've always known how therapeutic writing can be for me and that I'd like to continue writing creatively in my career. My writing has simply been relegated to a dark place under a heap of teething-biscuit-stained baby clothes, behind a pile of moving boxes.

To say that a lot has changed in the year and a half since I last tiptoed into this blog is the underest of understatements. 2009 could very well be the most memorable year of my life so far. Definitely. Let's do a quick timeline and recap:

January 7th, 2009----> My son Quincy Kye was born and rocked my little world in more ways than I could imagine.

January 20th, 2009---> I do realize that this didn't only happen to me, but Obama became President and gave me restored faith in America.

February 7th, 2009---> I was laid-off from Yes, a mere month after giving birth to QK and while on maternity leave.

February 23rd, 2009---> My mom (best friend, confidante, role model, and on and on) passed away after a champion-strength battle with cancer.

March through July, 2009----> Various ups and downs with my darling Q, including spraying him in the face with milk likened to the force of a hose on full blast, experiencing the incomparable joy of his first fit of laughter, sleepless nights due to teething, and so on.

August 3rd, 2009--->I returned to my research job at SAC and didn't have to put Q into daycare, thanks to the support, flexibility and understanding of my amazing boss Sheigla.

November 27th, 2009---> After deciding we were done with sleepless nights, we Ferberized Q and kicked off his first holiday season.

December 2nd, 2009----> We put an offer on the incredible Guido house.

December 3rd, 2009---> We got the house and began escrow.

December 10th, 2009----> Toby started a new job and a new career as a maintenance engineer.

December 23rd, 2009----> My mom's birthday and a bittersweet couple of days, missing her terribly and in awe of Q's first Christmas.

December 31st, 2009----> Escrow was scheduled to close and got pushed back at the last minute to January 4th, 2010.

I'm sure I'm forgetting some key highlights, but I think my point is Windex-wiped clear. Last year was the best, the worst, the most terribly tumultuous I have yet to experience. My mind still reels with the intensity of it all, so I turn back to my blog. Because if 2010 is even more dramatic, I will definitely need to write about it. And if not, I will still write. I promise that I will be back. At least before 2011.