Or not quite yet. I did have a birthday this summer, but it hasn't pushed me to 40 just yet. And it's not so much a crisis as it is a revelation and the decision to do something to take myself back.
In the last year so much has happened and I haven't written a word. Well, I have written, but then I get a draft, get busy and move on. By the time I think about posting it again it seems dated and like it needs a total rewrite, which I don't always have time for.
Now I'm making time. I'm taking charge of something in my life and I am making time to write. I feel more like me when I write. I have so much to say, and yet I'm a very private person who isn't the best at doing things like going out or making friends. I always joke with my extroverted husband that I only have like eight friends. That may be an exaggeration now and the number is actually lower, but they're all really, really good friends. The kind I can call if I need …
Every morning as I get ready for work the twins come wandering into my bathroom, rubbing the sleep from their eyes and telling me about their crazy dreams. I finish my hair and start doing my makeup and they crowd around me, grabbing at makeup brushes and asking what everything is as I apply each piece.
D: "What's that for?"
Me: "It's foundation so Mommy's skin isn't blotchy."
D: "Oh. You put it on with a cat egg?"
Me: "It's a beauty blender, sweetie. Cats don't lay eggs."
S: "What's that for?"
Me: "It's an eyebrow pencil so Mommy has eyebrows again because she waxed them into oblivion in the '90s."
S: "Oh. Oblivion? Do I have eyebrows?"
Me: "Yes bay, they're right here above your eyes, and they're beautiful so don't ever mess with them even if thin brows come back into style."
And on, and on, with every thing I put on, until I roll up the brushes and put the…
Christmas is right around the corner (like a matter of hours now) and as we all start to get ready for the various holiday parties we have to go to, whether good or bad, there is inevitably a lot of stressing out about what to wear.
My immediate family sits in the living room and gorges themselves on food for hour after hour, and we still dress up. As if my mom, dad and sisters haven't seen me at my worst, yet on Christmas we all dress up.
I'm not much of one for holiday clothes either. The day you see me in a reindeer sweater is the day Hell has frozen over or I lost a very large bet.
Shoes, on the other hand can be a different story, especially when they're like the ones done by the always brilliant Charlotte Olympia.
An entire line of Christmas shoes and accessories, includes heels, flats and handbags, and they're all to die for.
The Jingle Bell Dolly is my personal favorite in red velvet with the island platform and jingle bell ankle strap. Sure, it may be loud, bu…