What Possessed Me

Etc.

I’ve been a busy bee at work this week and all the activity (combined with a nasty cold) has been keeping me away from all of you lovely creatures.

It’s also SOMEBODY’S birfday tomorrow. SOMEBODY is going to get some SECRET SHIT that I’ve been working on right under his nose. I hope he likes it.

So I leave you with this – a new little obsession via Heart Explosion. Anne Black’s porcelain jewelry. http://www.anneblack.dk/main.html It’s daintier than the jewelry I usually wear (my motto is “Big necklace, small hips.” I have no idea if this is actually true), but I am strangely attracted to the sweetness and the tiny touch of BAD.



Oh. Another thing I feel I need to tell you. I’ve reached new lows in wardrobe malfunction. I had to hem my pants with duct tape, staple my shirt closed, and safety pin a seam shut this morning before going to work. I would wager that about 40% of my wardrobe requires this kind of treatment. I can't be bothered to go shopping. How do you get pumped to spend money you don't have on a corporate monkey suit during the worst economy of your lifetime? Maybe they'll take up a collection at work.

It's like this.

You get all dolled up. You go to a fabulous restaurant, eat and drink with old friends, and celebrate two of your favorite people. Maybe you cry a lot, because that's what you do when you’re happy. Then you go to a bar and take pictures of the bride-to-be picking up a straw with her boobs. When you get home, you cry again for reasons you don’t completely understand. You only know that something big is about to happen, and some part of your childhood is about to end.



The next day, you practice your reading, you write your speech. You are nervous because you want so badly to be good. You sneak inside the venue to see the bride, who is beautiful and utterly herself, and the groom who is pacing nervously along a runway of sunlight. And then it all happens - vows, readings, candles, blessings, glasses breaking. They are married and their life is about to begin.



You give your speech, hands shaking. You say a fraction of what is in your heart. There is some growling later, but mostly there is dancing – wild, brazen, down-and-dirty dancing, and you love to dance. You go home feeling tired and happy and relieved.

But the next day is like the day after Christmas. The fun is over. You feel tired and slightly deflated, and your body has betrayed you. You have a raging cold and terrible cramps, and not even blogging makes you feel better. So you don’t blog.

You feel lonely for your friend, who is now officially on honeymoon. Except that she’s not - because she calls you from an airport hotel in New Jersey to tell you that they missed their flight to Mexico but are really excited to eat carbs at the hotel Pizza Hut. Somehow this is funny to both of you, and you spend several minutes gushing and gossiping about the wedding.

After the call, you feel better and more at peace. Because nothing really important actually happens until you discuss, analyze and evaluate it on the phone with the friend you love.




P.S. Apologies if my blog has been difficult or impossible to access recently. I've taken it in for a check-up. I think it has cooties.



All images from Tatielle and Lolita.

Overcome adversity this weekend

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(Girls. Gotta love them.)

This week's blog stalking will most likely be posted on Sunday. I'm off to Liz's rehearsal dinner!

Hugs to you, my lovelies.