Category: Travel

You Can’t Take the Punk Out of the Girl

So our family is in full gear of the travel season with the camper and recently we joined to other families to the beach over the weekend. It was a great chance to experience other families in their own camping or traveling element, especially since they have kids in their preteens and teens. Since everyone got along wonderfully, it gave me a chance to do my favorite introvert past time……observing.

With our punkin’ being a preschooler, it’s easy to observe other families, especially with older kids, as the older folks. Let’s not do the math shall we, but it seems like yesterday this Gen-Xer felt like the world saw me as this:


(now the only thing I am in wonder and fury is the maniacal ravings of a three year old)

But lately I feel like the youth see my husband and I like this:


When did I lose my punk girl? That girl was always on the pulse of the next big thing, now she’s looking at comfortable shoes with a gleaming eye. But, she’s still in there, slamming against the wall that separates her from living out her dreams, and being…

Back to the camping trip—

So here are the adults, enjoying their cocktails and sangria under a canopy on the beach, watching the kids down the beach, looking for shark teeth and playing baseball. There was the usual sophmoric flirting between the cute girl down the beach with the son of on of our friends, which became more topic of conversation for us “folks” under the canopy. Then, I realized the stark truth as we sat there teasing the boy-we had become those adults who embarrass the kids. I cringed, thinking of my own experiences in my family, singling me out to a cute waiter at dinner, or the lifeguard at the pool.

Night brought campfires and watching a race on the TV outside the camper (we folks love our toys too). The race went on too long for us to sacrifice precious older folks sleep so we called it a night. One of the kids was visably upset, especially when his mom put the fire out. I went inside and thought about how kids still do see us at cool, until we pull an old folks move like calling it a night early.

Then we start to look to them like this:


Cause you only get a small window to still be a rockstar in a kid’s life, before life and life’s choices turn you into the “old folks.”

It’s so cool I have an even bigger window with our punkn’, to show her the punk rock girl is still in my heart and soul, fighting to bring her back out and riot. Only this time with all the folk wisdom I gained along the way….

Philly in the Springtime

With all the spring cleaning, decluttering and garden projects underway, I took a little time out to enjoy one of my favorite spring flings, craft festivals. Each spring in May Art Star Gallery in Philadelphia hosts the Art Star Craft Bazaar, one of the best featuring local and regional indy craft. I decided to bring along my partner in design crime for a quick girls’ getaway in the beautifully historic and trendy Philadelphia.

After settling our bags and touching up our makeup at the hotel, we dashed over to 13th Street in midtown and picked El Vez restaurant for our girls’ night out. The Mexican and American cuisine with with fun and campy atmosphere delighted all our five senses. Even though the reputation for their margaritas was notorious, we splashed the evening with their fresh and flavorful Blanca Sangria.


Next day, we cruised over to Penn’s Landing to the craft bazaar, ready to be inspired and Art Star didn’t disappoint. Here are just a few of my favorites:

joeyfivecents -Susan makes cool jewelry & accessories from repurposing vintage ephemera and findings with mixed metals, leather and resin in a fresh unique way. My copper and leather wrap bracelet makes my smile,it reminds me of playing in my Grandmother’s jewelry drawers and boxes as a child, discovering her treasures and the stories behind them.

joeyfivecents copy

Hilary Treadwell of Bit & Little Bit

Hilary hand silk-screens unique tees for adults to kiddos with her flair for the whimsy. I couldn’t resist when I saw this “Go outside and play” tee for my punkin’:


And speaking of punkin’, since I am the world’s worse mom in not decorating punkin’s nursery with a master theme and explosion of cuteness, I am working on creating my own whimsy in her bedroom. Laura George‘s art and illustration was the perfect choice for some original art to add to her room.  I chose a totem print that I can’t wait to hang up on her wall.


Stay tuned for a future post on my punkin’s whimsical bedroom in progress.

These were just a few of the delights I saw on Mother’s Day Weekend. Visit the link: to see descriptions and links to all the vendors at the bazaar.

Philly, I am crushing on you this season. Can’t wait to hang out with you again.


Ciao for now,


Are you gearing up for summer vacations or stay-cations? I will be sharing my/our plans on summer travel local and long-distance.

Summer seemed to go on forever when I was a kiddo myself. What was your favorite part of summer break growing up? Drop me a comment, share your story—I’d love to hear from you!


Journey to Blissdom






Today I leave for my first conference on blogging, BLISSDOM ’13 at the Gaylord Texan in Grapevine, TX. I am excited and a little nervous as to be expected. I’ve gone through tons of scenarios of what to pack, what to wear, do I design a business card? It can keep girl up at night. And let’s not mention the website. What we have here Grapevine, it a WORK in PROGRESS.

So I did all the math, and decided the following:

  1. What to bring: My iPhone, my iPad, a notepad/pen and a smile
  2. What to wear: layers–whether inside freezing in air conditioning or roasting in the sun, a nice tee or cami and a cardi with nice pants or jeans is the way to go. Shoes? Nice slip ons, ballet flats, now is not the time to rock the heels and suffer for fashion
  3. Business Cards: I debated weeks on this one. I chose, not this year. I want to focus on Blissdom, not crafting a logo that I will sure to wanna redo as soon as I get back.
  4. Be Tara. At the end of the day, I want to represent me, and who I am now, not who I think I should be.