I think at some point in my life I had a jean-jacket. I can't recall having one but it seems unlikely that I didn't. You know, as a kid or something. I know I had a corduroy jacket styled after a jean jacket. I had a denim jacket with a mandarin collar and 3/4 length sleeves, … Continue reading because I needed one in hawaii…
Category: babble
the twenty…
On Tuesday as K and I were walking to her class, as we've done hundreds of times before, we were deep in important conversation. I can't recall what the conversation was about and the topic wasn't the important part. It was that we were talking. Chatting. Laughing. Smiling. And strolling down the sidewalk. We weren't … Continue reading the twenty…
the chicken or the egg…
You know those mornings when you really need a cup of coffee but for some reason the coffee grinder isn't where you normally store it and it's not sitting on the counter plugged in. And so you think "That's okay, I just need coffee. I don't need the extra special coffee I brought back from … Continue reading the chicken or the egg…
a time to yell at those damn kids, or not to…
I find that when I'm traveling for work, no matter how amazing the destination, I get a bit grumpy in the evening. And maybe a little withdrawn. And antisocial. And homesick for my people. When that happens I tend to wander off to my room, close the door, get ready for bed no matter the time, … Continue reading a time to yell at those damn kids, or not to…
a mother’s tale…
My life for the past few years has been a tale of the carefully redacted. There are those who share all and damn anyone who doesn't want to be written about - and I get that. It's your life too, get it out there. But something I said years ago has really stuck with me. The … Continue reading a mother’s tale…
once upon a time – or – dear santa…
Once upon a time (4 years ago) while at a giant chain store looking for something super important (I have no recollection of what that item may have been) we stumbled upon the sunglass section. There were hundreds of frames. Big. Small. Medium. Dull. Bright. Blue. Black. Yellow. Silver. Gold. Red. Purple. Rainbow. I'm sure … Continue reading once upon a time – or – dear santa…
perfect pants…
I hate shopping. I hate shopping. I greatly prefer sipping coffee to shopping. I never think "this would be a great day to try on pants!" My bestie is a crazy shopoholic. Given the above facts one would think it unlikely I would spend my day off shopping, but item five sometimes outweighs items one … Continue reading perfect pants…
dyeing hurts…
Call it what you will, vanity, existential crisis, rebellion, or something else all together but I've been dyeing my hair for the past 22 years. I started life out with stick straight white blond hair but by the time I was 15 (the last time I saw my natural hair at any length greater than … Continue reading dyeing hurts…
looking a clothes horse in the mouth…
Don't look a gift horse in the mouth. I know the old idiom. And really, I get it. And I don't. Hi there, here's me being incredibly thankful for all the gifts handed to me in this life. But a clothes horse? That's another matter entirely. I have a lot of clothes, but I wear … Continue reading looking a clothes horse in the mouth…
a weekend by any other name…
Well hello, weekend, if that is your real name. It feels like it's been such a long time since we've had an earnest little chat. That's probably my fault. I've been too busy trying to keep with all the crazy shit the week throws at me in order to give you the attention you deserve. … Continue reading a weekend by any other name…
