More to come soon.....
Thursday, May 31, 2012
More to come soon.....
Posted by Koo and Poppet at 11:26 PM
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Gone are the days when I had disposable time to spend hours cyber-window shopping in Etsy.com boutiques. But I did recently stumble upon Colette Breams' gorgeous creations - namely, her organic cotton toddler bedding collection.
I love love love things for children that are not overly juvenile in their design. This set is perfect for a stylish little girl, but I'd like it for my own bedding too!
Colette in her creative space....wow.
Looks like my kind of heaven.
Colette's shop here.
Friday, March 30, 2012
A week ago, our local news featured K&P in the arts & entertainment section. Little ol' K&P! I was honoured, but I'll admit....couldn't watch it until I'd been assured by friends and family that I wasn't a total idiot on TV or had a booger hanging out of my nose or something.
I'm posting here because, well, if you're reading this blog then maybe it stands to reason that you're interested in Koo & poppet stuff. Also Sadie and her bare feet are pretty adorable.
* oh yeah, and I'm referred to as "O'Neill"....hey, it was right around St. Patty's day so I'll just go with it....maybe it will bring the luck of the Irish ;)
Saturday, March 24, 2012
I know some stay-at-home parents who would rather not attempt to brave public places with two youngsters in tow. There's the constant danger of an unpredictable meltdown in the grocery store check-out, the need to maintain a heightened sense of "potty radar", and the sacred nap-time that is not to be altered or messed with. Us, we've never been slaves to nap times, for better or for worse. We go places we want to go, when we want to go there (within reason). Sadie and Amelia have always been cooperative car and stroller sleepers and are no worse for wear. I admit there are times when I question why I attempted this errand or that with the kids, but for the most part, I'm glad I'm not on house arrest 5 days a week. We have to get out and about to maintain sanity. There are places to go and people to see.
But the other day, for reasons unknown, I thought to myself "I think it's time Sadie had a Happy Meal." Go ahead and judge. McDonald's is disgusting. But I figure most kids are eventually going to have an experience with a mcnugget and a playplace, and the first time might as well be under my supervision. Kind of like when you drink alcohol underage for the first time, some parents offer up their liquor cabinet just so they know the shenanigans are taking place as safely as possible under their own roof. So we went to McDonalds. The playplace was in a separate room all together, one with some of the poorest air quality I have ever experienced. Zero ventilation. It smelled like a cross between a locker room and a Diaper Genie. Hand Foot and Mouth disease was practically visible on the tube slides. Sadie declined a play. I breathed a sigh of relief. We wasted no time getting out of there once the Happy Meal was consumed.
Thank GOODNESS, on days where we need to get out somewhere, thank GOODNESS for places like Drumroaster Coffee in nearby Cobble Hill. We live in a fairly rural area and the pickin's are slim. I miss living in Vancouver where there are SO many unique little cafes and eateries to choose from. Sadie refers to Drumroaster as the "Robot Shop" because there's a metal sculpture of a robot creature outside. Inside is a funky, family-owned, CLEAN coffee shop with character and pride. They roast their own beans and build their business based on exposing the industry involved in this process. It's kid-friendly, design-minded, and flavour-focused. And I like their packaging so much that I even keep the empty bags of coffee beans when we're done with them.
The girls and I are so grateful for places like this. More accurately, I am so grateful for places like these because they keep me from going crazy at home and the girls are grateful when I don't go crazy at home. An extra strong espresso (last time I had a triple-shot), minus the infectious diseases on Monday afternoons that are never-ending? Yes, that sounds about right.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Here is a funny little tidbit about me:
I have a major thing for ampersands. Car buffs might have a thing for vintage Aston Martins, and me, well as a designer I have a love affair with type. I don't know what it is about the ampersand....but it probably has something to do with the limitless ways it can be stylized and represented:
...it gives any text some personality....what would Koo & Poppet be without it?
Few words are represented by a symbol as universally recognizable as the ampersand. For a little conjunction, and sure gets dressed up.
images via here
Monday, March 5, 2012
One of the best things about having little girls is getting to watch preschool ballet classes. A sea of pink tulle and mostly Elaine Benes-esque moves make for a very entertaining half hour. They are darn cute. Next year, Sadie will be old enough for regular classes, the kind where parents (yes, dads too) don't participate, don't assist with the donning of costume tiaras and butterfly wings, don't stand off to the side, shutters snapping. I'll be dropping her off and returning an hour later to pick her up and hoping that she'll tell me a bit about it. Next will come kindergarten. Then sleepovers. Then trips to Europe. Then jobs in different cities.
When I stop bunny hopping briefly to pick up my camera and take a photo of my budding ballerina, she says: "No, Mama, you're suppos' a do it with me."
I'll take it while I can get it.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
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Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Amelia is gettin' her chub on.
I am hanging on tightly to her babyness, as this second time around, I know just how fleeting a phase it really is.
sure, i still curse the 2 a.m. siren song from her crib as I stumble through the darkness. And of course I don't mean "siren song" as in enticing or appealing. I mean "siren song" as in SIREN.
Last night there was some confusion. The kind of confusion that can only be caused by being the over-tired parents of an infant. Usually by 2 or 3:00, Amelia is sleeping in bed with me. But last night, little Sadie found her way to our room first and jumped into bed. I woke up around 3:40 and heard a baby crying. Scott was pacing our room, half asleep, trying to locate the source of the crying. I became confused. Where was Amelia? What time is it? Scott was clearly very confused. The lights came on. Head-count in bed. Where's the baby? WHERE'S THE BABY?!?!! Oh! Oh. She's in her crib, she's in her room. She's fine, she's fine. Scott please go get her.
So he brings her back to me and we snuggle in. I begin to drift back to sleep. WAIT!! My eyes snap open. Where is Scott? He's not back in bed yet which can only mean one thing......FRIDGE RAID. Except he has a blood test in the morning and is supposed to have been fasting since last night.
"SCOTT!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I yell into the dark stillness of the house. (I don't really even have to ask. I can practically hear his esophagus working).
"HAVING A DRINK OF MILK," comes the reply.
"DON'T DRINK ANYTHIIIIIIINNNNNNG!!!!!!!"
In PEI they call midnight snacks "bed-lunch". Scott has been a bed-luncher for as long as I've known him. The way things are going lately, I figure we might as well just become a nocturnal family.
We could have pet owls.
Monday, January 2, 2012
Here's hoping everyone's holiday was filled with love, laughter and light.
I'm looking forward to a new year that will include fresh beginnings, exciting adventures, and earlier bedtimes (well I can hope, can't I?).
Here are a few photos of the last month around our house:
Sadie and Amelia checking out the goods under the tree
Presents? For me?!!
Holy spit-up! it's Santa!!