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 Friday's
Fortunes
Although the news seems full of sadness and sickness,
I can't help but feel gleeful, giddy, blessed and otherwise jolly.
This is pretty impressive given the massive amount of Easter chocolate
consumed by Yours Fatly. I just can't resist the pastels. Like Jellies
in my youth, I want ALL the colors. Anyhoo, such excessive amounts
of calories usually send me straight into the weepy movie/PJs-all-weekend/no
shower/zitty face abyss that is my own form of de-choc. But alas,
I'm happy. My pants are a little snug around the fanny, but I'm
happy.
I'm writing
you from my new at-home office setup. I don't work from home, mind
you. But I have established a thinking nook furnished with very
with-it odds and ends to
facilitate pensive moments while overlooking the condo courtyard.
I'm trying to make a point of sitting in my nook each morning with
my cup o' joe and having a bit of quiet time. Sometimes I read a
devotion, sometimes I write important things in my journal,
and sometimes I just stare out the window in a daze. (The latter
is not a scheduled activity, it just happens.) I think that this
has been elemental to my newfound peace. My mother always used to
tell me to"Be still." And I think she may have been onto
something. Too bad it took me twirty-some years to embrace the wisdom.
The best part
of my newfound therapeutic modality is that it is free, it requires
no new clothes and it has been very good for my hair. You see, I'm
working my way away from the dryer per Shop
Girl's direction. As such, I'm all about my pin curls or fat
rollers drying naturally as I ponder the meaning of life, or at
least my purpose in it. Before you think I've fallen off the shallow
end, let me clarify that I do often ponder the
perfect neutral flip flop for summer, the most
adorable sundress
that will be the envy of all my friends and my signature look for
spring/summer, my
spring tote, my signature pedicure
color, and the perfectly pink
gloss that yields über- kissability at the beach.
Anyhoo, back
to my joy, bliss, glee and blessings. Things for which I'm oh-so-thankful:
- Peonies and
Hydrangeas. The big blossoms remind me of pom poms, and as I didn't
make cheerleading, I consider them a marvelously superior consolation
prize that one can appreciate well into her twirties.
- Tidy
desk things and girly
home decor items that make me feel very organized and with-it.
- Wedges
 .
Much easier to wear heels when substantial Easter weight is dispersed
over a space larger than a pin prick.
- Shop Girl.
Even though she really is brutal in her analysis of my fashion
choices, she can be really sweet in her own way, like reminding
me to always sunscreen my hands. (She says that hands are a surefire
giveaway to a woman's age, and to date she knows of no plastic
surgery remedies for the hands.)
- My husband.
Although he is still a nameless, faceless, as-yet-undetermined,
tall, dark and handsome figure, I am optimistic that he awaits
me and my flaws with open arms and lavish gifts. No creature is
meant to suffer such a ghastly singlehood without a prince at
the end of the nightmare. (Are you so impressed with my optimism?
See, pontification/Nook Therapy really works.)
- LORAC
Bronzer Glow
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There is no more all-encompassing make-up. I wear it on my cheeks
and eyes and then dust all over and everyone remarks on my natural
color. Feel like Gisele.
- Chirping
birds. I watch them and pretend that I'm moving that fast and
burning that kind of calories.
- Law and
Order reruns. Dun, dun, dun, dun.
- The fact
that short
sleeve blouses are in for spring. Helps conceal UADD (Under
Arm Dingle-Dangle) and mid-section bulge. Might get one
for every
day of the week
 .
- The color
pink.
And with that,
I bid you happy, healthy weekends. May you kiss only the very cutest
of boys, wear only the most fabulous of dresses
and always be the belle of every ball.
she she me
sponsor:
   There
are many reasons for which to indulge in a little eluxury. One is
Ella Moss Starlet Layered Wrap Top ,
another is Dior Handbags ,
a third is a Tubereuse
(Tuberose) Candle
(great for pontification), and of course there are the marvelous,
stupendous and to-die-for shoes.
Shop well, my
sweets!
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