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Je suis… malade?
Item: Top Designer: PLANET by Lauren G Where Purchased: Thred Up Years Owned: Fourish Dear Gentle Reader, We have been apart for far too long. Ok, yes, so maybe I have been watching a bit of Brigerton lately, but that is not (the only) reason I have been struggling to be consistent with this project …
Thrift Haul of Fame (Part One)
Item: Sunglasses (! A first!) Brand: Chanel (maybe?) Where purchased: A long gone junk store Years owned: 10ish? Hello, my dears! So, I’ve been having a bit of a hard time getting into the rhythm of this writing thing. Part of it is figuring out this website, which has evolved greatly during my absence. Everything …
And Just Like That…
…here I am! So, it’s been a while. Yes. I know. Practically a lifetime. Or, to be specific, two lifetimes. Two adorable lives have entered mine- sweet, precious horcruxes who have nearly sucked all the me out of me. Nearly, but not quite! There’s a bit of me in here still, clamoring for a voice. …
Geronimo!!
I am mere minutes away from yet another birthday. And in many ways I am dreading it. And in many ways I am ready for it. Dreading it, because being another year older means more to me now than just a few more gray hairs, or one more wrinkle. There is a clock, ticking steadily …
Mission: Distraction!
My life is starting to seem a little more normal. Which sometimes is great, and sometimes just hurts. Occasionally these days, I’ll even find that I’ve somehow made it home from work without sobbing in my car. But as soon as I realize this, I start crying. I guess it’s just going to have to …
Tales From the Darkside.
So I needed a little break, to decompress a bit after my last post. I was overwhelmed with such a vast variety of emotions, more than I expected. But they were emotions I needed to feel, so I let myself feel them fully for a few weeks, and then I decided to keep going with this. …
This Is Where My Airplane Crashed.
Right now, I’m wondering if this will be as difficult for you to read as it has been for me to write. For weeks now, all I can do is come and stare at the words, add one or two, and then hit “Save Draft”. Every morning, I get up, and think, “Today is the …
I Am What I Wore 