if this year's travels are any indication, i'm a big fan of visiting (aka inviting myself to visit-slash-crashing at) the abodes of my nearest and dearest throughout this fine country of ours. and while i'm always quite enthused to take on the role of tourist for a weekend or five (would it be possible to be ...
dark skies, full hearts
after back-to-back weekends of gallivanting in cities other than my own (#firstworldproblems), i was quite looking forward to a quiet two-day work-vacay at home. and when the weatherman (see also: my iPhone weather app) predicted sub-seventy degree temps, cloudy, with a chance of meatballs sprinkles, i may or may not have done a few chandler-inspired happy dances ...
party of one
i took myself on a date on saturday. i was careful to tell myself not to dress up for said occasion, for it was nothing fancy, just a simple after-pure barre breakfast at my favorite north county haunt. and i was on time (of course, i'm never one to leave myself waiting). and after ordering (come on, what do ...
a “me” reminder
i mean, hi, i'm still here (you thought i had moved and didn't provide a forwarding address, didn't you? never!). i know i've missed me here, too (i still managed to post daily outfits, so it's not like i was completely absent). but like most things in life, writing inspiration comes in ebbs and flows. sometimes ...
the beauty of plan b
though my life is pretty much run by a strict schedule (and i like it like that), there are things i simply can't account for: the occasional traffic delay that hinders me from making it to my daily pure barre workout, the inclement weather forecast that makes driving north for the weekend an unsafe endeavor, or ...
tradition
saturdays have always been filled with routines: softball practices. football games. sorority events and for a time, even workdays. monotony. but the good kind of monotony -the kind that makes you look forward to the end of the week before its even begun (ok, so maybe not the workday part). i don't think anyone wakes up ...
