Dealing with the duality.
2019…so far…
It's been rough, mi gente.
The Watched Pot.
Never boils. Specifically: A watched pot never boils. Time moves slowly when you're waiting or watching for something to happen. I've been thinking about those words this week, specifically because my mother said them to me on the phone. During our conversation a few days ago, I hinted at one of the major Worries for a …
where have you been all my life?
She's gone blonde. Yes, dear reader, after years and years on the darker side of the color wheel, I decided to make a big Year of 40 change and go blonde. My hair is now a honey blonde hue and I love it something awful. Initially after the coloring, as you can see in some …
Five Top Fives.
Faves, like to hear it, here it go (in no particular order): Top Five Singers/Musicians/Artists I've Loved For All Time Michael Jackson Whitney Houston Stevie Wonder Diana Ross James Taylor Top Five Actresses I Love and Adore and Just Love and Adore Cate Blanchett Viola Davis Diane Lane Tracee Ellis Ross (purely coincidental that my …
there, there, my little cabbage.
I've never actually believed in retail therapy. If you're not into shopping anyway (hello, me), the idea of massaging a bad day or a sad mood by walking around a store or even engaging in window shopping wouldn't be the first thing on the list. But the comedy of life is that retail therapy is …
Blogtober #29: The Fall Lippie.
As promised, I debuted my new fall lippie at the office today. And pic'ed it. See below. Shall we break down why Smoked Purple is a winner for me? 1. It's matte, but it goes on so smooth for me. Sure, a bit of balm helps before applying but I find it really easy to …
Blogtober #25: At Home.
I just saw this on Le Pinterest and I think it definitely captures the duality of this time of year. Who else is a fall homebody? Because yes, I love taking in the beauty of the electric fall atmosphere, but oh, yes, do I also love hunkering down in my warm apartment, encased in a …
Blogtober #24: This is 40.
Welp, it happened. She entered a brand new decade. (She is me, in case you haven't noticed the whole referring to myself in the third person thing.) Here's how I feel about it: 40 for the win. Happy Autumn.
Blogtober #22: Ashy Knuckles and & Other Autumnal Indignities.
Look. That lovely, crisp, autumnal breeze in the atmosphere? It's wonderful. And also very, very dangerous. This morning, as I trudged into work and settled myself at my desk, I noticed something as I was typing away on my keyboard. Something that took my breath away. My knuckles were ashy. Like gray. The abject horror …
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This Square Peg. 