Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Last Week's Party



Hey boo boos.

While I wrap up the last few events of the season this week, I thought I'd share a few articles about last week's big party. This was one of the biggest events I've ever done, and it's exciting to be able to share it with you guys.  After spending over a year planning what ultimately amounted to three hours, it's crazy to see all the choices and discussions and emails and work laid out in a handful.  Here are some articles about it, and I'll share more photos as they come in.  Thanks for being so patient with me...I miss you guys! xo

BizBash: 'Why Bullets Over Broadway Took Over the Met

Variety: 'Bullets Over Broadway Opening: Don't Look for Zach Braff to Star in Scrubs: The Musical'






Tuesday, April 8, 2014

An Answer to the Question: "What Exactly Do You Do All Day?"



I imagine that in my recent (and temporary absence) you've been keeping busy by asking yourself the following three questions:

1. After months of secretly watching You Tube video tutorials on the subject, will there ever be a socially acceptable situation when a 32-year-old mother of two can finally twerk in public?

Answer: God I hope so.

2. How much does Seth Rogan's facial hair tickle when you kiss him?

Answer: Not as much as you'd think thanks to a twice daily application of No More Tears leave-in conditioner and coconut oil. This isn't empirical but is rather the answer I came to on my own after four consecutive sleepless nights thinking about it.

3. What is a day like in the razzle dazzle, Broadway life of Chrissann like?

This one I can answer because on Thursday, I'll be executing one of the biggest events I've ever done, and I want you guys there with me, so I'll be posting a 'Day in the Life', behind-the-scenes photo series throughout the day (and night) on Instagram (if you don't already follow, you can find me here) because I miss you and I want you all there with me in spirit. This one is going to be fun, y'all. Big band, big hair, big stars and a big sigh of relief when it's all over (but, like, in a good way).

From the moment I put on my bra (which I consider to be the official start to my day) to that exhausted but elated moment when I eat stolen finger desserts in the back seat of a town car on my way home, you'll see it all. It should be a lot of fun for anyone who loves big parties and stolen baked goods.  I'm looking at you, Mindy Kaling.


Friday, March 28, 2014

Happy Friday


Happy Friday, gorgeous.

I'm sorry things have been a little slower around here than you (or I, for that matter) are accustomed to.  My little life has been quite busy as of late, leaving less free time than I'd like for projects and tutorials. I promise it's temporary.  I've even got an exciting partner post lined up for the coming weeks, so hang in there, kitten. Don't be mad. I still heart you.

I almost forgot.  I found my birthday present.  I emailed Mike asking for this.  His reply was 'are you serious?'. Why yes I am, friend.  The suggested dress code is platform sneakers, leggings, 'a cute tank' and lipstick.  I'm hoping that means running sneakers, capri running pants and a ratty shirt over two sports bras.

Do you have plans for the weekend?

Tuesday, March 25, 2014

We Went to a Grown-Up Party


Saturday night the four of us went to a surprise 40th birthday party.  Our original plan was to leave the kids behind since the party started a little late, but after not finding a sitter, we reverted to Plan B, which was to stuff our kids into a pair of baby tights and a tie and hope for the best.

Imagine my surprise to learn that the duckling had been waiting his entire life for an invitation to a grown-up party where, not unlike at the zoo, he could finally see for himself what large groups of adults do when kids aren't around, like eat hors d'oeuvres and dance to Maroon 5.

Also, he asked me to dance. Like, literally, "Mommy, can I take this dance?" while holding both of my hands. I made him repeat it just because it was so amazing.

Thank you, Prince Hans of the Southern Isles for teaching my son how to ask a girl to dance. Here we are tearing it up on the dance floor. The kid's got moves. Video proof.



IMG 2719 h264 (1) from Chrissann gasparro on Vimeo.


Do you like the duckling's outfit? He picked it out himself.  He did everything in that blazer...dancing, running, eating sorbet and eventually sweating like crazy. I told him it would be fine to take off his jacket, but he wasn't hearing it.  He had set the handsome meter to 10 and wasn't looking back.

My little birdie was the wild one, despite what she may want you to think. She covered every square inch of the party, weaving in between every last table and eventually belly flopping on the dance floor.  Let's just put it this way - everyone at the party now knows there's a bear on the rear end of her tights. That one is going to be trouble.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

Guilty Pleasure Blog: Young House Love





At the age of 24, shortly after breaking up with this guy and before meeting this guy, I was living in New York and actively planning my permanent return to Richmond, Virginia. I had moved to New York for my first job out of college as a legal assistant at a super corporate midtown law firm, a common resume-booster prior to applying to law school. After hating and quitting my job (and boyfriend) and deciding not to apply to law school, I found no reason to remain in New York when I could be home in Richmond living in my mother's basement eating grocery store chicken salad out of the container (yes, Richmonders, I'm referring to Ukrop's).

I don't want to ruin anything for you, teenagers of America, but your early 20's will probably suck.

After regaling my mother with songs of future shared sweater collections and Sunday open house tours together upon my future return to Richmond, I quite suddenly met this guy in the basement of NYU Cancer Center and well, here I am nine years later working in Times Square and living in the suburbs with my former cancer patient, our two kids and a basement full of craft supplies.

"I thought this was a 'guilty pleasure blog' post", you're probably saying to yourself right about now. Well, it is.  You see, like literally millions of other people, I really enjoy the wonderful posts and projects written by John and Sherry Petersik, the adorable couple behind Young House Love.

However, probably unlike most of the literally millions of other people who read their blog, when I see their posts about their life as parents to a nearly-four-year-old in my hometown of Richmond, Virginia (where they coincidentally moved to from New York City), I feel like I'm seeing a little bit of the life I ultimately didn't pick but very easily could have, especially given my family has been in Virginia since 1635.

This is not to say I believe that had I moved to Richmond I'd be writing a wildly successful home DIY blog with my husband, publishing a New York Times bestseller and selling products at Target, because I most certainly wouldn't  be.  But I probably would be running the Richmond Half Marathon, taking my kids to Pony Pasture and to hear the Richmond Symphony, whose youth orchestra I performed in as a child. It's fun for me to be reminded of all the amazing things that Richmond has to offer, so many of which I enjoyed growing up, not to mention they are really great DIY-ers.  I'm sure you know all about them already, but in case you don't, welcome to Planet Earth, and check out their blog here.




Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Kid President's Letter to a Person on their First Day Here

Because just last night I had this conversation with my three-year-old:

"Some days you'll get ice cream, and some days you won't."

Saturday, March 15, 2014

Happy Friday

Photo from here
Happy Friday, my sweet friend.

A few things.

1. I watched The Land Before Time with the duckling this week.  In it there's a scene where the Mommy brontosaurus uses her tail to knock a t-rex off a cliff in order to protect her baby.  After the scene was over, I turned to him and said, "you know, I would do that for you", to which he replied, "you can't use your vagina to smack a dinosaur."

2. It's been days since I read and watched the following two pieces and still haven't fully recovered from either one, this one about a father's love for his son and this one about a son's love for his father.

Two ugly-cries in one week.

What are you up to this weekend? Weeb is coming over to play, and if I have my way the day will end at one of those frozen yogurt places where you pay by the pound ounce. I don't even care that all the flavors taste the same since I'm only in it for the chocolate chip cookie dough topping. I couldn't begin to guess what those are made of, and I don't care.

What are you up to this weekend?



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