Do you remember how I had to take that Big Exam at New Job a few months back? Well, today I had the second test in the series and unlike last time I did NOT prepare for this one. Instead of spending the weekend studying, I invested my time watching the Devil Wears Prada on FX and hunting for the perfect pair of leggings.
And then yesterday I decided it was probably time to actually learn the material and so I spent all day and all night cramming, College style (minus the Mountain Dew)
I was completely certain I was going to fail the test I called mom in tears, stress ate pizza (wha?) had a strings of dream about natural disasters that could legitimately excuse me from taking the test and completely avoided discussing the exam with you…or anyone…
Well, good news. I was being completely melodramatic I passed, easily! and what’s more… I am DONE with the tests for the remainder of the year.
So while you may not have realized it, thank you for being such powerful motivators….
The thought of having to tell you I failed was way worse than 36 hours of hard-core cramming.
No question, just dropping a note. I love your blog. You post pictures of great outfits and killer shoes, but what really strikes me about your blog is the love that it conveys. You are surrounded by love on all fronts, and I think it is so wonderful. Thanks for sharing!
(& please know, I don’t take it for granted….
the love I have or my ability to spot the goodness around me.)
After all my coverage of El’s wedding, I received quite a few request for pictures from my own.
It has been a couple of years since I have gone through pictures from our special day, but I spent a while looking at my shots over the weekend and it was such a fun reminder of what an extraordinary wedding we had.
Simon and I have been married for 3 years, 1 month and 2 days…
and I love my husband more today than I even knew possible the day I took his hands, looked into his wet blue eyes and said “I do.”
On Saturday Morning Mama and I ran the Lululemon High-Heel-a-Thon.
The race course was short….just about a city block, but the elevated curbs, roadside construction and sharp corners made for an urban obstacle course, of sorts!
Every runner ran in some sort of heels…there were stilettos, wedges, kitten heels and booties.
My race strategy was simple: start strong & run like my shoes don’t hurt.
When the horn sounded, I took off like a bat outta hell with my mama close behind. We ran our little hearts out, and to be honest…I was sort of surprised by our speed. There was no trit-trotting our way through this run, we were engaged in a full-out sprint!
You guys, I won!
I won the high heel race (with Mama earning a close second) and for our prize we were each given our pick of any piece in the store! That is by far the best race bounty I have ever scored.
After crossing the finish line, one of the race coordinators told me I was pretty impressive on my heels and asked if I had practice for the event.
My reply: “Oh Honey, I have spent the past 29 years practicing for this!”
It’s true. I have.
Everytime I raced Ellen to the car (in heels), ran for a taxi (in heels) or chased a bus (in heels)….those were merely training runs for this big victory :)
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This is the song that my sister and father danced to at her wedding.
As they took to the dance floor, and the band filled the room with this, their song, El draped her arms over dad’s and rested her head on his shoulder…
It was a moment.
Our dad is a great dad. He was there for all of his kids, in every sense of the word…
but there were times he fought extra hard for El. Fought for her with the indefatigable strength that can only belong to a father. He had her & had her back in a way that is at the same time unbelievable and the most natural thing in the world.
As they leaned on each other and swayed to this song, every quibble they had over the length of her skirt or her irreverence for curfew sort of vanished into the background… and what was left was one of the most beautiful dances I have ever had the pleasure of watching.
Father & Daughter. A love that is so recognizable,
No, seriously…It has been a really long time since I have showed up for work looking anything other than completely busted!
I don’t know what it is (changing weather? my spending moratorium?)…. but every morning when faced with the decision of hitting the snooze button just one more time or giving myself the extra 20 minutes it takes to look put-together, I have been choosing the former.
My ensembles have consisted of uninspired black cotton dresses, over-sized sweaters and flats (wha?)….and my commitment to “big sexy hair” has been all but abandoned for the lower maintenance routine of hastily running the straightener through my locks a few times before sweeping it up into a totally lame pony tail.
The problem with looking this jacked on a daily basis is that I actually feel kind of broke down too.
I am in a rut & I desperately need to clean it up.
So readers, I turn to you. Does anyone have advice on rediscovering your fashion-swagger when you are feeling anything other than fab?