| reading. in my grandfather's robe. |
I really haven't felt much like blogging lately. Not because I hate it or anything, but I have found myself wanting to experience my life and engage in it without always thinking of ways to make it into blog content. Ya know? So lately, I've been spending a lot of time with people who love me, women I adore who need an ear lent in their direction, and my husband who shamelessly will watch Here Comes Honey Boo Boo (don't judge) or Jackass or historical documentaries about the life of Christ or endless episodes of Friday Night Lights with me. I doubt you guys really need to see photos of us lounging around our living room in various states of consciousness with the dog flopped lazily in a lap. I've been busy working, attending a million events for the 84,000 weddings we have this fall, trying to incorporate a workout into my evenings, signing up for ballet classes, and I'm still working my way through the library. This weekend I'm going to Charlotte to co-host a bridal shower for my sister, and on the way home I'm going to stop in Concord, NC to see my college roommate who just had a baby. I mean, life is normal. And it's really, really good. It's busy, but awesome. And I figure y'all don't really care to see sloppy pictures of what I've been eating or wearing or anything like that. That's what Twitter is for. But if you're curious about what I'm eating, it's a lot of planned meals and last night I tried Mateo, the new tapas joint in Durham, and it was poppin' off. But in general, I just am not feeling like I've got much to share with y'all lately.
Except this: I washed my hair last night and despite looking kind of fluffy, it smells divine. And I've been wearing William's deodorant for the past two days and today I smell a little musky. Like Old Spice and my perfume.
So there you go. I hope you hang in there with me until things even out a bit.
Catch you on the flip side, when I'm feeling like blogging again. But maybe I'll keep throwing up the occasional playlist, per the request of Cara. Any and all themes accepted, if you've got suggestions to make.
xo.
my first college roommate got me into wearing men's deodorant ("that way you always smell like boys!"). joe was horrified when i tried to co-opt his after we got together, but things calmed down when he realized that meant he got to call dibs on my fancy cologne. we have what we call a House Stink. ("guess what! i found us a new stink at the magazine beauty sale today!")
ReplyDeleteHOUSE STINK!
Deletecompletely unrelated: the only other things my roommate and i agreed on were my vintage coats - we would put them on with "pedestrian assault goggles" and ride around the church on our bikes - and morrissey's "you're the one for me, fatty." man i love that song.
ReplyDeleteOk, please never stop giving these little gems. I love when you tell us random things.
DeleteAww, girl, you know I love you. And I love updates like this one here.
ReplyDeletep.s. I wear a Christian Dior robe that belonged to Jim's grandfather. The man had great taste. ;)
Blogging doesn't feel right in August.
ReplyDeletethis.
Deleteas long as you keep posting impromptu mirror shots of your outfits on twitter, we're good
ReplyDeleteI would be interested in anything you have to say or share.
ReplyDeletethis post if perfect. I fall there times too, where life is just turning and not feeling so "event worthy" "blogable"
enjoy your break. we'll be here when you return.
xx