For real, guys? I’m posting from the Apple Store, where my lovely laptop has been officially declared DOA. I’m lucky, though, because the parents are offering to grab me a new one as a “getting into grad school” gift – seriously, they’re amazing and generous and enable my middle-class artist’s life in beautiful ways that I will always be grateful for (and a little ashamed, naturally, though under normal non-new-educational circumstances I’d definitely be stuck without in a hardscrabble fashion – so maybe the guilt’s less warranted at this juncture.) (But enough of my guilt about not standing completely on my own two feet at age 27, let’s look at something frivolous!)
I’m totally continuing yesterday’s bow-at-the-neck-just-out-of-my-comfort-zone trend – I love, love, love this shirt and it was definitely something that needed to make an appearance, and of course I just paired it with my favorite skirt and called it a day. I’m worried that it leans a little too country for my tastes, but I’m hoping eschewing the cowboy boots for the sleek Marcs helps to nudge it in the trendy-rather-than-ten-gallon direction.
So these earrings; I borrowed them from my friend Carol in 200 . . 9? Early January. We ended up at her house and I needed something fancy to wear (the details escape me), in any case, they’ve been sitting in a bag in my bedroom waiting to be returned for forever (along with a lovely shirt) (the same bag as this dress, in fact), and I finally dug them out, rewashed the shirt, and made a vow to actually get them back to her . . . until this morning when they twinkled and tempted and made an incredibly great case for how much they wanted to see some fresh air, and I caved. Carol! I’ll sterilize them and return them to you pronto, I swear.
Anyway, guys – with all the planning madness, etc etc, I don’t imagine I’ll be around until Monday (and then briefly) – but – I’ll absolutely be getting around to recapping the last two weeks soon. (I’ve actually sat down to write it several times, without success, because it feels like so enormously much has changed) (and indeed it has. Holy crap. And huzzah.) Let’s just say, I’ve always really believed in the mythology of renovation – the commitment you make, and carry out, to change yourself and your life – and how it spreads through the universe in ways you can’t even fathom, and the energy of it gets returned to you (when you’re brave enough to really do it.) (End, hyper-hippie-ish soapbox rant.) (Check it out, I’m getting Californian already.)