Meet Oscar Wild.  Get it?  Oscar because he’s green and sort of in a trash receptacle and Wild because, well, it’s a pun, see?  I got this super incredible awesome gift from Trish and fam for my birthday. She might have heard me mention I LOVE TERARARARARIUMS. Maybe once or twice.

Oscar Wild is already a member of the family, firmly entrenched in our new digs. As you may know, we recently moved to an apartment building. We have all sorts of fancy, incredible things like a concierge, a pool, floor to ceiling windows, a million neighbors who only know Chewie’s name and not mine, toddlers living upstairs, etcetera, etcetera. Our first dinner guests were Trish and family, including of course, Little Miss A.  She’s quite the Miss now that she’s 5.

Last night, when I was thanking Trish for the 5th time over text for my incredible amazing gift, it kind of went like this:

T Happy birthday, love Chase {visualize adorable 6-month-old toe grabbing diaper pic}

M YAY!!!! {visualize Instagram terrarium photo complete w big pink bow}

T Love A too!! {visualize Chase and A smooshed face photo}

T Little Miss A thinks you live in a hotel.

M Oh. Yes? Like rich people. Who live at The New York Palace? Or poor people. Who live at sleazy motels. Like hookers?

T Like Eloise… Less like Pretty Woman.

{ummm… in case you didn’t know, because you were never a 5-year-old girl, Eloise lives at The Plaza, people!!}

M Rich people it is! Rich FUN people even better! Hug her for me!

You have to be amazed by the crazy awesome absolute logic of the 5-year-old set. One of my favorite things is hearing about the way little ones view the world. And girlfriend will tell me if my makeup’s good too.  She does not mess around.

You can meet A here when she was brand new and we attempted my first baby shoot.

Here when she helps me learn high key lighting with Gnome Chomsky as her Stand-in.

Here when she contemplates The Meaning of Life.

Or most recently here when we had some fun at the beach in anticipation of her new baby brother.

So back to my uh-mazing terrarium. Oscar Wild. I’m trying out different resting places for him, but it doesn’t really matter because I’m always moving stuff around anyway. And because I have very limited surface area in my small-ish apartment, AT THE PLAZA, Trish was thoughtful enough to choose a terrarium large enough to be placed on the floor if desired. Here Oscar’s taken over the table previously occupied by DUG’s satellite radio contraption, so now Howard is on the floor. And Hedwig has relocated to join Mr. Wild.

This blog does not pretend to be a design blog, but for all you design-y creatives who come here, I’ll give credit where credit is due, possibly just this once.

The prints are from Sharon Montrose’s Animal Print Shop – I love love love her. I don’t know her personally, but when I daydream about who I want to be when I grow up, I go to her site among others. I gave them to DUG one Valentine’s Day; his are Donkey and Pig.  Mine are Fancy Cat and Bunny.

Hedwig was Harry Potter’s. I caught him when he got Avada Kedarvad and had him taxidermied after he fell from Hagrid’s motorbike… Fine. He’s from Home Goods.

Oscar Wild, the terrarium if you haven’t been paying attention, is from Fleurescent in Milford, via a friend who always manages to find the most incredible gifts.

The reclaimed railroad tie table is from a Viva Terra set, a hand-me-down from someone who didn’t need that size.

In the photo up top, well, Chewbacca, the grumpiest puppy around, is a one of a kind.  I do not put him in every photo.  He follows me around and demands to sit in my lap. When I am not sitting he will settle to be in my direct line of vision. Which is also my camera’s line of vision. As a result, he is in almost every photo of my house.

The blanket is Donna Karan. A wedding gift.

And the chair was my Grandmother Eleanor’s and I had it recovered in animal print and silk.

Whoo. That was rather ambitions. I’m going to make a tequila sunrise now…