Sometimes, life just sucks the life out of you…up…down…advance…retreat – it’s all part of that glorious game called sink or swim.
This balmy month of April has been fraught with personal growth-inducing turbulence – I sank to the bottom of an endless body of brine called the sea of responsibility, sputtered back to life and swam gleefully to the shore of that same weighty sea to dance a jig upon its pebbly shores, and cautiously splashed around in its beckoning tide only to be swept out to sea again.
Here it is April 25, already the dregs of this fleeting month, and I’ve been swept out to sea and back again more times than a free-range buoy.
It’s times like these, when I feel stretched in more directions than taffy on a pull, that I wonder why I persist with this blog. It is, after all, one hefty weekly commitment. But FU offers something to my life that I don’t currently get with any other obligation – it requires me to write for myself, no matter how brief or inconsequential some entries may be. It also insists that I take a little time to think creatively about my dress, even if all that means for the time being is throwing a cheerful jacket over an otherwise humdrum outfit. And lastly, this blog insures that I will, at least once during the week, go for a walk along Payette Lake’s recently ice-free shores with Ma and doggie Ethyl, or any number of other photo-op adventures with the fine women of this virtual establishment.
Who knows what’s in store for next week, but for now you get plain, unfiltered and unpolished me – glasses, zits and all. Here’s to the week to come…..let’s hope for more shore and less tide.
A “jacket and loafers saved it” Look (all but the jewelry is thrifted):
Cropped embroidered jacket – Nygard Collection / Black tank top – Mossimo /
Skinny jeans – Abercrombie / White leather loafers – Cole Haan / Earrings – Hazel Cox /
Gold bangles & rings – gifts from Grandma
Thanks to my Ma for the photos.
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