CLASSIC STYLE: NAVY FLORAL SUIT


The weather is perking up all over... and I think I can speak for the world when I say we are all equally eager to get out and strut our stuff! Or maybe that is just me? Right now I am dreaming of a trip anywhere really, mostly just a fashionable walk through a sunny New York day on Park avenue for even just a ride through Malibu in the car to be honest. Fortunately I did just that during my last trip to NYC in the fall, in a fabulous navy floral suit I am dying to re-wear absolutely anywhere. Unfortunately the suit is sold out now, but don't fret, I've linked some similar options that should be more than suit-a-ble to get your floral fix. Stay safe and enjoy. Xx





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-MGS

Photography by ClassyJorge

CLASSIC STYLE: INSPIRED BY EMMA


I fell madly in love.... with this film when I first saw it on the big screen and now again after purchasing it to watch forever at home. The colors, the wit, the absolutely fabulous aesthetics make may heart beat with constant joy throughout this fresh take on Jane Austen's long loved classic love story, Emma, is everything. I knew right after seeing the trailer for the first time how much I'd enjoy the perfect details that went into making this story come back to life, and back to life it came. The colors resembling every pastel shade in a macaron box and my dream closet, the set and costume design is extraordinary. So after drooling over it all I decided to scour the internet for all things resembling this outstanding 19th century period piece that would continue to make perfect sense in 2020. And after being at home for almost two months now, I think we all are looking for something to take us to our own version of wonderland, this film adequately representing mine. Enjoy. Xx






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CLASSIC STYLE: TINSEL MULES, AND OTHER QUARANTINE WORTHY PURCHASES


I’ve been quarantined... now for two weeks and two days from my husband and dogs after contracting a terrible cold. We don't believe it to be COVID-19, however, are continuing to take the recommended precautions just in case. Fortunately for me my symptoms are fairly mild in comparison to what most people are experiencing right now and I’m doing my best to look at this time as some forced respite I am privileged to have. Aside from re-watching every Bravo show, reading new books and scrolling through Pinterest I’ve been trying to sleep as much as possible, something made much easier with the incredibly strong cold medicine I’ve been taking to calm down my lingering cough. And as much as I’ve tried my best to steer away from online shopping, I just can’t seem to help myself when a good deal comes around! The loungewear purchases seem more excusable, the tinsel mules no so much. But receiving packages has become the most exciting part of my day at this point so I’m rolling with it for now. I can't wait to be reunited with my family and have the chance to do other quarantine worthy activities like walking outside, cooking, exercising, organizing, but until then I will be heavily relying on the UPS man and my CVS purchases. Here's what I've been shopping, warning- there's no exact theme here, just literally what I've purchased the last few weeks under heavily induced with cough medicine. Enjoy! Xx










-MGN

CHIC EATS: HOMEMADE CACIO E PEPE

I've been cooking... like every other basic millennial who has had to resort to preparing food themselves while in quarantine, I had no other choice. Of course I am continuing to support the restaurant and delivery businesses as much as possible but with a husband in self-isolation for two weeks with our Parvo ridden pup and a brand spanking new kitchen, I have been left with the dutiful responsibility of nourishing both our hungers on my own. 

And in doing so I have figured out some basic dishes to get us through. Simple salads, beyond burgers, well seasoned tacos and some aesthetically pleasing crudités boards

Until I had an epiphany. 


Why not try to make something I'd order at a restaurant? And of the many dishes I crave, none compare to the most basic, most heartwarming Italian delicacy, my love, pasta!

It also seemed the most obtainable of menu choices, given my award winning skills at boiling water. 


So I aimed for my most beloved and reliably delectable dish, cacio e pepe. Keep in mind, I am no chef, it wouldn't even be fair to call me a second rate cook. But here's what I made and enjoyed last weekend. 

Feel free to google search a better recipe! 


The ingredients seemed fairly easy to find; 2 eggs, 1/4 stick of butter, half a bag of spaghetti (tried to get fresh but couldn't), 1 tablespoon of black pepper, 1 cup of heavy cream and 1/2 cup of shaved parmesan cheese. This recipe obviously not vegan for Arthur but I am exited to try this dairy free version soon. 


Instructions {proceed with caution}

1. Boil the pasta and when there's about a minute left to cook, simmer the sauce in a wok or frying pan. 

2. Add black pepper and butter, let it simmer a bit. Add the heavy cream and parmesan in, and stir. 


3. Quickly drain the pasta, mix into the sauce pan and stir together. 

4. Add two fresh eggs if you'd like extra thickness. 


5. Stir it up and serve quickly!


6. Pour yourself something fabulous and enjoy what you just did.  





-MGN

MAMA AND BABY: OUR TWO NEW PUPS


Muffy and Pearl, our two new girls... Following our tragic loss of our beloved Frenchie Pierre, Arthur and I did our very best to recover from what was perhaps the saddest moment of my life. Then, the COVID-19 pandemic hit shortly after, changing life as we know it. And as horrible of a shock it was, it fortunately allowed us some time to stabilize and reflect. With our daily sunset walks, aka happy hour, we soon realized there was light at the end of the long tunnel, our hearts bursting with a mix of joy and pain each time we passed another furry friend. 

I soon realized that there would never be a replacement for our precious piggy, but there was capacity to love again. 

I also realized that as much as Arthur loved French bulldogs, it would perhaps hit too close to home to parent another one and that at this time I wasn't comfortable supporting the breeding industry, despite my absolute love for our family poodle and the goldendoodle I always imagined having. I knew this would pose a challenge in finding the right pup, but fortunately we had the time to invest in finding someone very special. 



Neither of us predicted that someone, would come with a bonus. We had reached out to the adoption agency about a little guy we found on Pet Finder, a great resource for searching available adoptees. But the agency informed us that dog was no longer available and made a few suggestions for other pups we might be interested in. That's when we received the first video of the cutest little 14 week old, white fluffy puppy. 

We fell so hard. 

This puppy seemed very different than what either Arthur or I were imagining we would want, given her super soft white fur, mysterious breeding and uncertain growth expectations. But she was a puppy and likely would have sent anyone's heart into a frenzy!



So we asked more about her background and were told the agency had rescued her mother, who was found roaming the streets pregnant, in Tecate, Mexico. They sent us a picture of her mom, who they believed was still fairly young herself, about 1 year old. 

They also shared how devastated mom was when separated from her only pup, as they assumed it unlikely the two would be adopted together. 

This story tugged right at our heartstrings like no other and we more seriously considered the idea of adopting both mom and baby together. We knew how overwhelming it would be but honestly had no idea what that really looked like until ultimately making the big decision to adopt both!



We promptly named the puppy Muffy and have since created many a nickname for her. My husband's favorite being Muffalina. We went back a forth with the mother's name between Olive and Pearl, but ultimately Arthur choose Pearl, given how tough of an environment she was born into and how sweet and beautiful she came out. I was happy to take title as Mother of Pearl. 

The first three days took a lot of adjusting, going from one older dog who slept most of the day, to two dogs full of energy and not fully potty trained! I will admit that there were moments I questioned whether or not this was the right choice, but ultimately with the support of my awesome husband, I was able to see the bigger picture and trust the process ahead. 

Unfortunately, out of all the possible challenges I foresaw, none were as frightening as this one. 



Where do I even begin.

Four days into our new life with the pups, just as we finally started to settle into a routine, we noticed Muffy appeared a little nauseous and sleepy, which for the majority of the day we assumed meant she might have eaten something off the floor or had a simple tummy ache. But after she refused food again that night, continued to vomit and started having diarrhea, we become seriously concerned. She wasn't drinking water and appeared warmer than usual, even with her thick fluffy coat. After I googled "when to take your dog to the hospital" I decided it was worth checking out, even amid the paranoia around COVID-19. 

We arrived at the animal hospital and patiently waited for someone to tell us what was wrong. After two vet technicians completely covered in head-to-toe proactive gear pulled her out of our car window, tested her six feet away from us in the hospital parking lot, we soon found out she tested positive for Parvo virus. 

For anyone unfamiliar, Parvo is the worst possible virus a puppy can contract, as they can very easily die given their underdeveloped immune systems. Arthur and I felt so much anger, as we had just taken Muffy for her final Parvo vaccine two days earlier. 

I immediately started crying, unable to comprehend the possibly of loosing another baby this shortly after Pierre. 


But our only hope was to leave her at the hospital for professional care, an extreme luxury given the mind-blowing cost of admittance. I felt extreme stress, but also relief that we  could give her the best chance of recovering, despite the bleak odds. 

After being admitted late Wednesday night, we waited several days, constantly checking in on Muffy's progress, letting everyone in the hospital know how invested we were in getting hopeful updates. By the third check in the receptionist answered us, oh yes, for the Parvo pup right? We found that nickname sobering but our ears immediately perked up once several technicians referred to her as "feisty," that's when I knew for sure, she was my girl and she was going to make it. 

But my apologies to Fernando, the poor tech who worked the shift requiring new IV drips, Muffy revealed to be as audacious as she is endearing. 


We even got a chance to FaceTime her and although it was hard to bear, her spunky and bright appearance instilled some hope in our hearts. 

By Saturday, she had shown enough progress to be sent home for continued care and isolation from her mother Pearl. Arthur courageously took on the full time task of nursing her back to health for two full weeks. He's officially the best husband I know, the only one I know, but still superior in my eyes nonetheless! 



Meanwhile, Pearl and I lived the good life, well as good as one can amid COVID-19. We took long, adventurous walks in the morning and evening, running sprints, sneaking in a few times to a coffee shop here and there. I showed her all my favorite streets in the neighborhood, taught her my different running paths and attempted ease some of her fearfulness around other humans and furry friends. 

We turned the couch into a bed every night and Pearl independently decided she would curl into a ball in my stomach, facing me, falling asleep staring into my eyes. After all the trauma work I've done in my career with humans, I failed to realize how simple it could be for a traumatized dog to feel safe in her new home. 

As my dear friend Sonia reminded me, "we were all built to survive and love."


Boy was she right, Pearl is perhaps the sweetest, most trusting dog I have ever met and even though she sometimes barks and whines around other dogs and people, I am so proud of how far she as already come and so grateful we have her. 

The two weeks of isolation was taxing but Arthur persevered with my attempts at cooking for him and managed Muffy's sassy persona with courage. I am happy to report she made a full recovery and finally we were reunited about one week ago. 



It was a lovely four days in, actually the exact same amount of time before Muffy got sick,  before I realized I had flu symptoms and had to now send myself into an isolation period from everyone else. 

But at least the cake I tried to make was pretty great, right? 



-MGS