Guilty pleasure admonition: Sigh, it’s true … I absolutely adore the admiration of babies the world over, of celebrity status or not.

Now, I’m sure that if I were the unwitting recipient of the degree of attention these babies and their marvelous mamas have garnered I would feel far different, but I secretly do hope this celebrimommy movement persists! A case of vicariousness? Perhaps! ;)

However, is it just me, Sisters, or has anyone else notices a sharp decline in celebribaby gossip? Have we all grown tired of tot twitter, have tabloids been effectively tsk-tsked for their exploitations of the baby bumps gracing the belly of every, single celebrity, or have we crossed on over to the other side of this beautiful baby boomete?

Say it ain’t so! Bring on the babies, I say!

(That goes for you, too, Sydney – yes, I know.)

Oh, such a sucker I am, for the material marvelousness with clever monikers. Wurkin Stiffs Power Stays fit such the brill bill, but execute a clever follow-through, too! 

A laundering lesson: Know those plastic things I always -- and I mean, always -- forget to remove come Daddy-O's laundry time (passive aggression, per chance? I'm J/K ... I love laundry)? Yes, those. Those are called "stays." 

Magnets mean hot dads the world over can forgo their chronic cases of collar-flappin' flimsies, and the pretty shininess says to whomever's turn it is to throw in a load to remove before washing! Here's hoping the the gleaming brilliance of this gift I've just procured will also remind a certain someone that he's not the only one that enjoys shiny things, either ...

When Skye was still my wee little bundle, I pondered with great purpose the means by which I would introduce solids to her tiny, pure palette. And just like the very thought of commercially prepared baby formula made me want to cry, imagining my Skye's first meals to consist of preservative-laden jars of mystery mush elicited much of the same emotions. 

And so when that day inevitably arrived (much sooner than I had imagined, of course), I decided that, if Skye's darling daddy and I can put as much thought into what we're putting into our big ol' mouths, I was prepared to do much, much more for my little one. So, I made Skye's baby food from scratch. All of it. Every meal. Breakfast, lunch, dinner and the multitude of snacks that transpire betwixt.

I joyfully pureed, machinated and otherwise liquified the most divine dishes for my dumpling, but it was a Lot. Of. Work.

Only long after Skye had graduated to big girl food did I, of course, happen across Pomme Bebe!  

Good thing, too, for should #2 ever choose to rear his or her adorable little head, I do not imagine myself to possess the wherewithal to puree even one more pea.

Pomme Bebe is amazing -- their recipes rival that which I've experienced at some of the best restaurants in the world, and it's all so very fresh, cooked at low temperatures to retain as many vitamins and trace minerals as possible ... I am just blown away and hope, hope, hope that one of my girlfriends (ALLIE!) give Pomme Bebe a try and report a review back to me!

Commercially prepared baby food can sit on the warehouse and store shelves for up to two years before even making it to Baby's high chair. Ew! Convinced yet? :)

... went to Yo My Booties:

And this little piggy was feeling just ducky with her slippers from Etsy ...

This little piggy was oh, soooooo cozy in shearling slippers from RL:

And this little piggy wore piggies on her piggies, by Best of Chums!

And because I adore my Skye's little piggies so much, I think I may just have to adorn her precious little porkies (a nickname I promise to stop before any complexes commence) in a pair of each, all the way home! Weeeeeeeeee!!!

 Cozy times call for piggy-protecting measures, do they not? 

 Isa,

 In honor of your apparent state of enamoration with Boston, Allie and Eliza chipped in, and we bought you this:

Just kidding. Whatever -- you probably could pull it off, you sexy mama. 

Oh! Funny you should write this beatitude to Boston now, Miss Isa!

Last time Skye and I were there, we made a most requisite stop at J.P. Boing's. Suffice to say, if there's ever a question in thy heart as to whether there still exists a kid therewithin, J.P. Boing's is your answer. 

Skye's Pick?

My Masterpiece

I swear to you, I'm not forcing a sweet, square peg like Skye into some kind of round hole. No. She is truly a budding artist -- and after bearing witness to the sparkle that befell her eyes it when she saw this at JP.. Boing's, it made me realize that, no matter how much one of my darling daughter's pieces may clash with the overarching ambience I'm trying to convey within our abode, Skye's artistic stylings are of utmost importance and should therefore take front and center when it comes to wall space ... especially with this fabulous way to frame it! Yay!

 Ed Hardy: You are so hot. (As a happily married mama, I'm so very secure in my state of being that I feel I have liberty to say such sans qualm, thank you very much!)

Even if getting all tatted with a countercultured bent isnt necessarily your thang, you can still totally pull off the look of a rebel, compliments of the amazinginly talented Ed Hardy.

In this, most macabre week of mingling with the world of the the dead by way of bones, your Syd simply had to send a shout-out to Ed, who loves so very much to dance with the dead!

Just click on the pic to procure ... or, don't! Muahahahahahha ... 

 Jeepers, Creepers ...

Be like the Grim Reaper, only cooler:

  ... or just a hot mama who's come to terms with her mortality:

For more fabby Ed Hardy styles, head on over to Nordstrom, natch!

See you on the other side, my sweet, pretty things!

Now, no matter our political bent, I think we can all agree on one thing: our next president holds within his hands great power ... and responsibility! As it is when any new president is elected -- but especially now -- our children's very future is at stake.

Doesn't it therefore follow that our darlings should politically partake? 

Yes, but without the mental faculties to process the very, very, very complex world of politics, how, really, can they? Lots of politically savvy mamas and pappies choose to vociferate their own political platforms by plastering these all over their progeny, in the form of tiny tees, bumper stickers on Bugaboos and the like. 

Now, love that we're all so politically impassioned this election year, but why not foster within our budding politicians the ability to choose for themselves, based on their own beliefs that they develop as they grow into the young adults we'll all be so proud of them for becoming?

Skye's dad and I have decided on this take, and as such, Skye's election-year wardrobe runs the gamut of the political spectrum. 

Besides, there are so very many adorable accessories and petite pieces out there that lie on both sides of the fence, Skye and I simply had to jump on the bandwagons ... all of them! Check out some of Skye's cheekiest new pieces!

For my little anti-war activist, from SassieOnesies.com!

Righty's Tighty!

Baby's Got Barack, from Portage Bay!

I still have much love for my fellow mamas who have chosen to express their political views by way of Baby, of course! Believe me ... I know the the plethora of options are purely irrestistible! Hee hee, you should see the looks on people's faces at Starbucks when Skye and I parade in one day bedecked in Democratic threads and the next, we're conservative! By "we" of course, I do not mean to say that I have not chosen a candidate for whom to vote here in a matter of days ... it's just that we Mamas of Posh have simply chosen to retain our political preferences as private. Indeed, we decided long ago it was for the better.

So I just watched with a covetous cuor as my gorgeously classy grandma nonchalantly passed down to her teenage great-granddaughter one of her many prized purses (yes, your Syd comes from a long line of bag ladies), an amazing MCM I've been ogling for, oh, about 17 years. This Mode Creation Munich piece for which I got the good ol' passover got me thinking ... and shopping for my own MCM, natch.

Purse pundits say MCM is slated to make a big comeback in the coming year, though I've borne witness to such banter for quite some time. 

While MCM remains ever popular on the eastern edges of the Western World, their pieces are a bit harder to come by 'round these parts, but ... behold: at my beloved Bloomingdales, a perfect plethora of MCM pieces!

Some of Syd's faves ...

 This Alda Silky Patent Studded Satchel:

 Ooooh, and this Love Letter to bag lovers in blue ...

 Last, but certainly not least, this Pop Brocade Camera Bag!

Perfection, says this photographer! I simply had to snap one up!

Love Grandma's purse and all of its sentimental contents, but this bag is beautiful ... and befiitting!

Was just at a fabulous fair for kiddos this weekend, and meet the fine people of Keedo, hands down one of the coolest clothing stores for kids ... ever!

Love, love, love their pieces, all of which are manufactured in South Africa for our little world citizens everywhere. While their clothes are perhaps the cutest I've ever seen, it's their mission and their promise to the world that truly makes them stand head and shoulders above most of the rest.

Indeed, if every company in the world emulated Keedo's caliber of social responsibility, the world would truly, truly be a better place. 

Keedo's clothes are made by a highly localized workforce, many of whom work from their homes, garages or small warehouses, while remaining as close to home as possible-- so they can keep an eye on their own kids, as Keedo's mission states. 

Even Ralphie is getting in on the pinkness for a purpose! For every pretty Pink Pony product sold, Ralph Lauren has committed 10 percent to RL Foundation's Pink Pony Fund. 

The pieces are gracefully blushed takes on RL's sig style ... virtually all are worth a gander, but there are a few that I've already had to pick up myself, having chalked it to gorgeous + for a good cause = really good!

Syd's selections?

Loving the Hope Beaded Pony tee for its good-n-glamness, with the pink, pearlescent beads and the mercerized cotton, adding a most lovely luster to this loving tee!

What's more fitting than a perfect polo from Ralph Lauren? 
The big ol' metallic logo -- in pink, natch -- is sooo hot, is it not?

Now giddy-up, Girls, and hop on that Pink Pony!

It's Sunday morning -- don't know about your fab fam, but 'round this residence, there isn't a lazier time of the week! Having just returned from our trip to Milan for Fashion Week, Skye and I are especially pooped. Movie day!!

It may not be what one might expect to take in on a lazy Sunday morning, but we've been absolutely enthralled watching -- and voting on --the top entries for the first-ever Breast Fest, a film festival dedicated to breast cancer awareness, taking place this November in Toronto.

Breast Fest is an initiative of Rethink Breast Cancer, one of Canada's many devoted organizations whose sights are set on finding a cure for breast cancer. 

The films? Absolutely breathtaking, tear-jerking ... but mostly, inspiring. 

Watch and vote on the festival's top entries here! 

Ohhhhh, I hope it's not too late, at least for those of you in proximity to Westlake Village, in California -- I had learned about Cure in the Canyons when composing this week's column, but with my spontaneous adventure to Milan with Skye, I just remembered ...

This sunday, the California Health & Longevity Institute at Four Seasons Hotel Westlake Village will host the second annual Cure in the Canyons, an event that exudes more extraordinary energy than perhaps any other taking place in honor of breast cancer awareness this month.

There will be massages, beauty and other spa treatments, representatives from some of the hottest names in health, wellness and beauty, and of course, food, glorious, food -- not to mention, the Four Seasons at Westlake Village is by and far one of the most breathtaking places to stay on the entire West Coast!

Glamming it up for a good cause? Double-duty yay!

I so wish I could be there ... please, if you live near Westlake Village, do you soul and your sisters right and head to Cure in the Canyons, this Sunday, October 5! A full report will also be requisite, of course! 

Have you seen some of the amazing accoutrement my sisters are finding in honor of breast cancer awareness this month? 

Helllllllo, my Likeminded Fashion-Hungry Mamas!

I come to you from Milan, where I'm happily hanging over for a bit following one of the most amazing weeks of my life here, at Milan's Fashion Week, the consummate close to the world's annual foray through fashion. What a breathtaking journey it has been -- I've seen, been seen and soaked in the scene right on down the very last drop -- indeed, sometimes, one drop too many ...

If preceding fashion weeks haven't effectively enough done the deed to let us know what is to be hot and not this spring, Milan has shouted it from the rooftops of every haute fashion house for all the world to hear (though I'm so glad I was here to witness the fabulosity for myself!)!

I thought it my duty to report back to my sisters of swank on some of the hottest that haute has to offer us this spring!

Microminis, metallics and megahuge neckwear were all seen, but my fave two trends had to be:

Jumpsuits ...

Lovely, Lofty Heels ... (these pretties are from Prada's show, during which more than one model mama took a spill, thanks in no small part to these heel heights!)

Baci for your faci -- wish you were here!

See you soon, Sisters!

XOXOXO

Before a celeb-packed house which included the likes of Miss Pam Anderson and Kate Moss, the very hot Brit designer Vivienne Westwood sent sans-top top models down the catwalk, causing the kind of splenderific stir that can truly only transpire at a fashion week held ... in a non-stateside locale. 

Never mind the nudity, though, because Westwood's wearables were way well-received, even garnering a few standing ovations from the front row of the show, where all of the top-billed celebs could be seen, natch. 

Many credit Miss Vivienne with much of the new wave/rocker vibe the Brits have so blatantly owned since we can all recall. 

Now, because Posh happens to be a family show with roots on this side of the Atlantic, I'll leave you with a few fabulous shots from Westwood's more fully-clothed galavant last night ...

 Tops off to Vivienne!