In The Days of Our Lives we meet some fascinating and creative folk and take a look at what their typical day holds. Far from being about the mundane, it is a celebration of what it takes to juggle the day-to-day with big ideas, a successful business and a full home life. It’s about keeping all the balls in the air – what is important and what isn’t. It’s about (extra)ordinary moments that fill our every day.
Let me introduce you to Boo Louis. Together with her husband, Bruno, Boo designs and manufactures sustainable, contemporary bamboo deco products under the Ekobo label. Having first started their business 10 years ago as an extension of their green values and love of design, Ekobo is now a true family business with their three girls (aged 8, 5 and 3) frequently in tow for work trips to Vitenam, Bali, the US and Brazil. The girls also handle all Ekobo’s crash-testing!
This is a day in Boo’s new life in Spain!
When I started writing this post a few weeks ago, we’d been living in the south of France (for the last 7 years). But I put the post on hold, as this week we packed up our life and our casa and moved to Barcelona!! For the most part our habits are the same, but VIVA ESPAÑA — everything starts (and finishes) at least an hour later!
Pitter Patter of at least 4 feet. They usually belong to Rose (3) and Anna (5). So long sound of silence….
The girls set the table every morning. Often we hear little battles of who did what yesterday, but we love their team spirit.
I am a ex-night owl, so mornings aren’t my cup of tea unless I have two giant cups of coffee ASAP.
The kids usually eat a piece of fruit and muesli — but there’s chocolate in it, since chocolate is accepted as a breakfast food in France (looks like we’re carrying this tradition over to Spain). And for Bruno and I — baguette with gross amounts of salted butter. Mmmmmmmmmmm, life’s little pleasures.
During school months, the kids leave by 8:30 am, so they’re off by bike with Bruno. Like a flash….kisses, helmets, backpacks and all.
Rose and I spend a bit of time before I take her to daycare — and this will continue in September when she starts preschool. While I jump in the shower and she sits on the floor eagerly awaiting for me to break out my make-up bag. She loves lipstick and blush. I wonder when she’s going to realize the cap is always on.
After I drop off Rose and I enjoy my other life’s little pleasure – daily shopping for fresh veg/fruits/meat. For me, farmer’s markets are such a unique window into local culture. The intense tradition, the order (and disorder), the colors, how everything is handwritten on chalkboards. And day after day, one thick accent after another, it’s really where I learned French and where I’ll attack Catalan.
I’m finally in front of my computer. I respond to mails, make calls and Bruno and I pow-wow about whats up and coming. In addition to products, I handle all things graphic, photographic and social media so this usually takes a chunk of my morning. Our production, our agents and even our warehouse are in different countries so we work largely by skype — and that can be any time of the day or night, depending on who we have to connect with.
Noon is always a rush since in France and in Spain everything closes for the afternoon, then reopens after siesta. Vietnam also wraps up their day as they’re 7 hours ahead so there are days where lunch is sort of a far away concept. Once in a while, Bruno and I make space for a lunch date. I love those days.
I cherish this time. No phones, no facebook. It’s when I work quietly, creatively uninterrupted with loud music. 😉
I start the tour to pick up the girls and rain or shine, we always stop at the park.
Once we’re home by 5:30, it’s quite regimented: Take off your shoes, wash your hands, do you homework, hop in the bath, dinnertime….
Unless Bruno is out of town, we always eat dinner as a family. My kids are great (mostly adventurous) eaters so it’s always a light atmosphere of reconnecting and appreciating each other.
After a book between 8:00 and 8:30 it’s lights out.
Since our move we’ve been too pooped to imagine what the Spanish nightlife could hold. But apparently, it’s later than we’re used to. 😉
Until then, a glass of wine and just the two of us is muy, muy bien.