“We have to make some changes,” Josh announced to me during our 60 minute phone conversation as he drove home from work.
“Oh yeah?” I said suspiciously. He had just finished telling me how “stressed” he was about hiring a housekeeper. Seriously.
“I knoooooow.” We’ve been eating horribly lately, and it’s showing up in the form of puffy bellies and zits galore. We need to make a LOT of changes.
But sometimes change is hard! Like hiring someone to clean your house. Sure, it’s weird and foreign and new and INCREDIBLY privileged. But will it be worth it in the end? Yes, yes it WILL, JOSH (he doesn’t read this blog, I’m yelling into the void).
My mother was sure that she had lost these beautiful tiles that she purchased at a nursery years ago, but I found them at the bottom of a drawer filled with wrapping paper, old greeting cards and random photographs. She let me have them. I’ve always loved these tiles, loved them enough as a child to draw them, and they look beautiful in our kitchen. Thanks Mom.
Speaking of failed New Year’s Resolutions (that’s why I usually don’t bother making them), I lasted 6 whole days with my resolution to stop reading Websites that Shall Not be Named. I’m gonna try again though.
Today I picked up a July 1994 “Vogue” and started thumbing through it and the nostalgia made me want to cry! Baby Kate, Shalom, Claudia, Galliano and Versace! And what about NADJA! Ooohhhhhhh “Vogue” you were sooooo good in the 90’s, it hurts.
This weekend I have an eyelash date, a Broad date, and a date with Josh to clean up the guest room for Christopher’s visit next weekend. I’m working on a new painting, and it’s working for me! Life is good.