Here’s a quote from a great little book that I return to every once in a while, Zen and the Art of Falling in Love:
It’s around this time of year that the phrase, “Why do I live where the air hurts my face?” gets circulated daily.
I don’t do New Year’s resolutions. I think they’re kind of useless in the sense that if you want to change your life, change it,
In the Winter I start to feel a bit like Snow White. Not all stunning, sleepy, and singing, but dark haired and getting paler by the second.
The Christmas parties may be done, and planning for New Years on it’s way.
I was talking to a fantastic woman recently. She’s a friend and a colleague. We were talking about #metoo.
Florals are fantastic for Spring, totally appropriate for Summer, nostalgic in Autumn, and absolutely necessary in Winter.
I’m outta control, I tell ya.
It throws me for a loop to see things about me that I never liked all that much, look oh so cute on my girl.
Okay, blatant gush fest here folks.
