Posts Tagged ‘Christmas’

Visions of Tablescapes Danced in my Head

Tuesday, December 27th, 2011

When I offered to host Christmas Eve dinner at our house this year, visions of tablescapes started dancing in my head.  And after scouring many home decor magazine and websites, I decided on the crisp color combination of red, white, and silver. 

I started with a freshly pressed white tablecloth, a  glittery red ribbon, and silver votive candles.  And got more and more giddy after adding square vases filled with small crimson ornaments and pretty folded napkins.  Mini red tricycles adorned with the boys’ names told them what seat to take and I placed the homemade cookie Christmas trees on the buffet next to the red floral balls on white candlesticks.

It was a lovely and intimate dinner of 8 including my mom, David’s parents, his brother, Reichen, Latham, David, and myself.  We had all the fixings of a traditional turkey dinner and every bite of it was delicious.

Happy Holidays

Sunday, December 25th, 2011

Beauty Stocking Stuffers

Monday, December 12th, 2011

You know you’ve bought totally awesome stocking stuffers when you want to keep all of them for yourself.  I love to shop for this sort of stuff for my girlfriends and family.  But if you still have a few girls to check off your Holiday gift list, here are a few of my favs.


Christmas Presents

1.  Clinique Almost Lipstick in Black Honey

2.  OPI Nail Embellishment Stickers

3.  Urban Decay Super Saturated High Gloss Lip Color in Crush

4.  Clarisonic Skin Cleaning System

5.  OPI Glimmer Wonderland Mini Nail Set

6.  Bumble and Bumble Surf Spray

7.  Urban Decay 24/7 Glide-On Shadow Pencil Stash

8. Viva La JuicyEau De Parfum Roll-On

9.  Rosebud Lip Salve

Sweet and Simple

Tuesday, August 30th, 2011

I heart this sweet and simple jewelry collection from designer Pheobe Coleman.  And I’m really hoping Santa will bring me a piece or two for Christmas.

Hint. Hint. Hint.

(Subtle, right? I thought so.)


Picture It: Christmas 2010

Monday, December 27th, 2010

We had ourselves a merry little Christmas.  And we hope you did, too.

The Letter From Christmas 2002

Friday, December 24th, 2010

Before I had two toddlers, I actually had time to do stuff such as sleep more than 5 hours a night and eat without standing up at the kitchen island.  I also had time to write incredible witty Christmas letters to my friends and family every holiday season including this one from 2002.  I hope you like it.  Happy Holidays!

Dear Family and Friends,

Thanksgiving has come and gone, Christmas is right around the corner, and already I feel as if I’m missing the boat, the train or whatever it is you miss when you’re not in gear and you realize the holidays are quickly passing you by.

I’ve done no shopping, baked no cookies, sent no cards, trimmed no tree.  What I have done, however, is buy wrapping paper.  Miles and miles of wrapping paper.

Remember mothers hawking Girl Scout cookies?  Well, America’s mothers are out there with new merchandise:  gift wrap.

It used to be you feared the cookie-toting Girl Scouts, although I’m not sure I’ve ever seen an actual Girl Scout toting cookies.  In truth, it is the Girl Scout’s mother you fear as she patrols the office aisles, her sign-up list on a trusty clipboard, her pitch draconian.

“And how many Thin Mints for you?” she’d ask. Anything less than a two-box order was deemed unacceptable, possibly un-American. In the interest of world peace, you bought three.

Today, it’s three rolls of wrapping paper or else — wrapping paper made by some woman named Sally Foster.

But like the elusive Girl Scout, I have never seen an actual “student” peddling paper either. No cute first-grader has ever appeared at my door, asking whether I’d like to buy some “whapping paper.”

So now, I have rolls of Berry Merry.

I have Arctic Friends.

I have Everything Christmas and Golden Swirls.  I also bought another roll of Golden Swirl. On red this time, not blue. Before long I’m sure I’ll branch out into Hanukkah paper.

If only I had something to wrap.

If only that Girl Scout mother would come around again. At least I
could eat the Thin Mints.

Wrapping paper, I suspect, is more an acquired taste.

David and I wish you all a Happy Holidays.

Tasha and David

The One About Santa 2010

Monday, December 6th, 2010

“My mommy said if I sit on Santa and smile, I get a cookie.  My mommy said if I sit on Santa and smile, I get a cookie.  My mommy said if I sit on Santa and smile, I get a cookie.” 

What must have been running through Latham’s mind as this shot was snapped of him and Kris Kringle at the mall this weekend. 

And, how awesome is this picture of Reichen?  It only took me 4 years to get one where he wasn’t screaming while sitting on Santa.  It was totally worth the wait.  Totally.

One For You. Two For Me.

Monday, November 29th, 2010

This time of year drives David crazy.  And it’s not because every one of his co-workers are begging him to buy wrapping paper, popcorn, cookies, and whatever else is in the Red Wheel Fundraising catalog so their kid can go with the school band to Disneyland this summer. 

No, that doesn’t bother him at all.  He just smiles, scribbles his name and address on the order form, writes a check, and voila!  Two weeks later, David drives home with four tins of popcorn, three tubs of cookie dough, two rolls of wrapping paper, and a monogrammed paper weight in a pear tree. 

Seriously, my entire freezer is filled with tubs of cookie dough.  And I don’t even eat cookies.  I mean, I want to eat cookies.  But given that my metabolism seems to be slower than an old lady driving 40 miles per hour in the fast lane while applying lipstick, eating cookies is the last  thing I should be doing.

What does drive David crazy this time of year:  my shopping.

But seriously, when a store is offering their entire inventory at 50% off, with an additional 10% off when you use their credit card, how do you not buy yourself that pretty sweater, beaded headband, and skinny jeans while you’re in there searching for something for your mom, best friend, or sister-in-law?  It’s impossible.  Impossible, I say. 

“I’m actually saving you money,” I smile when David asks how much of the stuff in the shopping bags is for me after a recent afternoon at the mall.

He doesn’t buy it.  He just groans and says, “But you’re birthday is coming up and so is Christmas!”

I know that.  Obviously.  But it’s one of my little quirks he’s just going to have to deal with, just like I deal with his. I mean, when he wonders out loud how many people pee in the shower while he’s taking one himself, it’s not like I get all crazy.  And I know very well what he’s doing while he’s wondering. 

Which reminds me:  during my next Christmas shopping excursion, I should buy myself some shower shoes.

Christmas 2009

Sunday, December 27th, 2009

When Santa brought packages for you overnight

You could hardly believe the incredible site.


You laughed really loud when you saw all the presents

You must open them now, you said, that very second.


“Latham,” you asked, “could he open a couple?”

“Yep,” I replied, “Santa said he stayed out of trouble.”


A huge helicopter, a jumpy house, and a really long train

All toys that you wanted and couldn’t wait to open and play.


Did Santa give me a present, you said I needed one, too

I thought, nothing’s better than Latham, daddy and you.


It was such a great Christmas, it couldn’t have been any better

But the most special part: we enjoyed every minute together.


‘Twas Reichen’s 3rd Christmas

Thursday, December 24th, 2009

No family legacy is complete without a story about a  kid screaming on Santa.  Here’s Reichen’s from last Chrismas.


‘Twas Reichen’s 3rd Christmas


‘Twas Reichen’s third Christmas, when I hatched the best plan

I’d take him to see Santa – he’s such a great man.


You tell him your wish and he makes it come true

There’s just one little thing, the old guy could scare you.


Other moms warned me, I knew they were wrong

They just don’t know my little man – he is so big and so strong.


“No.” The moms said, “Reichen will cry too.”

“Ha!” I replied, “How I will show you.”


So I dressed my son in his clothes with care

He and St. Nicholas would soon be a pair.


My little boy would smile and Santa would too

Wallet sized proof for you and for you.


I waited in line with the babies who bawled

Reichen smiled and played – he just loves the fun mall.


Elves in red and in green showed me the way

“Santa is ready,” I heard them happily say.


I sat my two year old in Santa’s lap with love

I was extremely confident Reichen would rise above.


When the picture was snapped I heard all the clatter

I watched in surprise, I couldn’t believe what was the matter.


My perfect baby boy, my pride and my joy

He was crying and moaning – he didn’t want Santa’s toy.


“Please. Oh Please.” I begged my only child

“Just smile for Mommy. Don’t be so crazy and wild.”


Reichen wanted no part of it, not even a glimpse

And Santa wasn’t helping – he was being such a wimp.


“Off my lap” Saint Nic said. Can you believe it?

“Not until he smiles.” I replied. He croaked, “Forget it.”


To prove this all happened, I’m including Reichen’s pic

I don’t want you to think this is just some made up trick.


So that’s the end of my Santa saga, I almost cried too

Don’t feel sorry for me though – I just couldn’t take it from you.


And as I leave you with this wild and crazy site

We wish a happy holiday to you all, and to all a good night.

Reichen Crying Christmas

p.s.  Please forgive my fuzzy photo.  I had to take a picture of a picture.  Happy Holidays!