As seen on the Twitter, tweeted by Reese Witherspoon, retweeted by Ava Duvernay, and infinitely loved by me and all fall lovers out there.
Happy Saturday, y’all. Get lit.
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Tag: blogging
Blogtober #18: Keep That Same Energy.
I’ve said it a million times over: when it comes to writing and creating, I seem to burst with ideas and projects in the fall. It’s the electricity in the air. It’s the leaves. It’s the absence of mosquitoes. Ideas have been coming at me nonstop (like legit novels, dear reader; me, who looks at the commitment of a novel with the side-est of eye), and I’ve actually not allowed them to languish in the cushiest, warmest corners of my mind, never to see the light of day. I’ve actually been working on them. It’s kind of amazing.
But it’s short-lived, y’all. This creating high will last as long as autumn lasts, which doesn’t last long at all.
Here’s the thing: I get writers laziness and/or block every month of the year. These have been pervasive problems since this writing thing took chose me all those years ago. Which also meant that the most isolating of passions chose me and brought with it, on the downside, inaction, inertia, and times when my particular muse just doesn’t want to deal with me. It’s a writerly thing. (Writing is like, that’s all you, sweetheart. Don’t be blaming me for everything.) Anyway, that’s OK. No passion is 100 percent perfect. It’s the conflicting, fluctuating nature of it all. I get it. It’s just that I want that electric, thrilling, creative push for more than a month or so.
A random voice in my head: yeah, so what are you going to do about that?
I don’t know. Just keep writing, I suppose, regardless of the season. Oh, were you expecting a grand denouement to all of this blog chatter, a remedy for this constant struggle? See below.
Onwards.
Blogtober #17: Fall Fabu Fashion.
Hey y’all. As you can imagine, with temps in the 40s and 50s around here in Somewheres, Texas (which is hardly seasonal; we should be around the 60s and bit of 70s, for the most part, but I certainly am not complaining), the pulling out of coats and sweaters and boots and scarves is in full swing. In that vein, here’s what I wore to the office today:
Deets:
- Sweater, Burlington Coat Factory: Lovely, no? Especially with the detail on the back with all the bows, which is essentially why I purchased it. Plus the color yellow makes me happy and allows the red hair to pop more than usual. Win win. And can I say that BCF has really stepped up its game? I saw some other really chic pieces that I happily bought and will be sharing on here, as well.
- Slacks that Fit Me Really Well, A Store I Can’t Remember: I wish the photo showed you just how awesome the fit is on these pants. Being a consumer of ill-fitting pants (I feel like they subconsciously call out to my soul in the store), this was a great purchase. Nice fit, great price, shows off the gams, yay.
- Booties, DSW/JC Penney/Ross?: I’ll do a better job of noting where some of these things have been purchased. Of course, I’ve had some pieces for years
and years, so…yeah. These booties came to me last year, though, and they’re super comfortable. The chunky heel makes it easier to walk around the office, too. Because we all know that some shoes are wonderful until you bring them to the office and the ground suddenly feels like hard, unforgiving cement that is determined to ruin your feet for the rest of all time. Do they look cowboy-y? Have I assimilated? - Makeup: Ruby Woo. That’s all that matters.
Pretty simple, fits my don’t-stress-me-out-please general rule of thumb for fashion, but still fits my personal feminine/chic aesthetic.
Happy Autumn Wednesday. We’re almost halfway there…
Blogtober #16: Veruca Salt.
Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory is on the telly. One of my absolute favorites of all time. And you know what? Charlie was great and good and all that, but there’s only one person I identify with. When I was younger, it was definitely a secret admiration. But now? We’re soul sisters.
Miss Veruca Salt. Selfish. Demanding. Bratty.
But she knew what she wanted, didn’t she?
Brattiness aside, I’m learning to just claim what I want in life and what I deserve, Veruca style. Even if it seems completely unfathomable or unlikely to happen. Being a general pessimist/cynic/skeptic/side eyer of all of life, as I’m wont to be, sometimes I turn that side eye toward myself. Which keeps me largely realistic, yes, but also occasionally limits me. Because sometimes keeping things real strips away that other thing I truly value: pure imagination. So I’m learning balance. Feet on the ground, yes, but not diminishing my possibilities, either.
So, yeah, I want *it* now. Whatever I want it to be.
Happy Fall TV Watching.
Blogtober #15: Best Fall News Ever.
Guess which two announced this chilly autumn morning that they’re having a baby?
I’ll wait.
Yes: Megs and Harry are pregnant!
Fun fact: your resident fan of the Duke and Duchess of Sussex had guessed a month ago, while admiring Meghan’s lovely pleated skirts and intriguing style choices of coats and ruffles, that perhaps there was a little royal on the way. And, yes, plenty of folks called/texted me about the exciting news this morning and to also confirm that your Square Peg called it. *modestly inclines her head while she accepts congratulations about being a good guesser*
Happy Monday, y’all.
p.s.: The coldest of rain currently falls on the ground here in Somewheres, Texas. At present, I’m wearing a scarf around my neck and another around my shoulders. Welcome to Fall, indeed.
Blogtober #14: Paris Nights/New York Mornings
It’s not only one of my favorite songs, but it also incorporates two cities that deliver the best of autumn. Enjoy.
Blogtober #13: The 8 minutes until midnight post.
It rained mercilessly today. There was no coffee to be had, and no time for books, but it was certainly a true rainy day. I don’t care for these kind of days, but that’s the rub of autumn. She will give you color and hues and leaves, but you shall also receive handfuls of rain.
Le sigh.
Happy Saturday.
Blogtober #12: Flashback Friday to Summer.
No, this post isn’t necessarily about fall, although the last day of my trip occurred in September. But we’re flashbacking today, so it’s all good. Anywho, this past Labor Day weekend, I left on a jet plane to visit a good friend of mine who lives in Orange County, CA. Despite the fact that it was a short trip/brief vacation, it was also the respite I needed and thoroughly welcomed. We haven’t had an in depth discussion of my enduring love of California, have we? Well, if I had all the dollar dollar bills in the world, your Square Peg would hightail it to San Diego faster than you could say high cost of living. (Which is why I chose Texas instead of my beloved blue sky San Diego.) See below for a slide show of my fun trip.
Happy Fall Friday, y’all. See ya on the weekend.
Blogtober #11: Throwback FallDay
For this Throwback Thursday FallDay, a poem I wrote embodying our recurring theme:
The Fall
There’s a crack in your sweet autumn heart.
Gone are the crisp nights and burgundy leaves that filtered through–
now your heart bears dust, ashes, and the hard soil of the ground.
I wanted to kiss that heart; now I must bury it.
But I will kiss it anyway, along with the very thought of you.
Despite the cavity that has punched through–
I’m not quite ready to let go.
I wanted to kiss that heart; now I must bury it.
Your sweet autumn heart deserves a glass box
set under the highest oak tree in a New England scene where I will walk through–
where I can watch autumn descend upon you.
I wanted to kiss that heart; now I must bury it.
Blogtober #10: Fall Mornings on a Treadmill.
Pretty clear, from the title, how I greeted the dip in the weather this early autumn morning.
Typically, I make use of the gym at the office in the mid-afternoons, having done an in-depth study of the time of day when I can have the place all to myself and enjoy the
machines and surrounding equipment. (And maybe a dance party in front of the mirrors.) However, following a strange Exercise Epiphany (strange because I’m of the view that opening my eyes before 6AM means I want to either join a crime gang or engage in other nefarious activities), I decided to wake up after 5:30 this morning and head to the office to try an early morning workout. If you’ve read about my fitness journey here on TSP, you’ll know that I’ve done this before, waking up early to work out. And you’ll see that I’ve grumbled about it every time. Nevertheless, I wanted to break up the monotony of my schedule. Here’s what I learned:
- Regular gyms and office gyms don’t differ in the following: I’m not the only one who had the idea to work out super early. The gym was packed. So packed that I had to wait for a treadmill.
- This didn’t bode well for my I-need-quiet-time-in-an-empty-gym mandate.
- After such a thorough, calorie-burning workout, the ole stomach wanted to eat everything. Everything. Despite having my usual veggie omelet for breakfast and gaining that protein, I realized that I wanted so much more.
- Which is weird because for all my morning workouts in the past, that wasn’t really a thing. Are you changing things, 40?
Anywho, in the end, I’m glad I committed to actually waking up and doing this. Maybe it’ll happen again…
Which means I definitely have plans to join a crime gang.
Onwards, dear reader.
