This is going to be the year that I find my dream jeans. The year of my perfect fabulous jeans. I’ve had it with skinny jeans, jeggings, bootcut, high rise, low rise, mom jeans, bell bottoms, stretch jeans, cropped jeans, et al.
Warning! This post may bore you to tears. Or you may laugh and recognize yourself.
Hey, it’s a beach read, slouchy, easy…and people love it when I air my dirty laundry (in this case, pants) in public. Here goes.
I invited my DD to be the voice of reason as I tackled, Marie Kondo style, the pants section of my closet. As I kept bringing out armfuls of pants, DD’s face went from amused to shocked. The problem is: every single pair brings me joy. That means they’re keepers, right?
A crown to remind me that I’m the queen of my life, the queen of me. A queen period.*
I’m not the charm bracelet type. Charm bracelets were for me, something my mother wore in the 50’s. No, I’m a modern woman. I’m minimalist. Try to wear little or no jewelry.
And now I’m here to tell you…I have a charm bracelet! It is a modern version of a charm bracelet and I love how it tells –not so much the story of my life — but rather, about my dreams, my thoughts, my fantasies, desires and loves.
September has turned out to be a month of renewal. I’m doing lots of home maintenance. Boring, expensive stuff like having the roof waterproofed, water systems tuned up, garage door fixed, rusted ironwork refinished. Ooph! [Read more…]