I have a not-so-secret confession to make : I am 1000% the girl who’ll look up your birth chart within ten minutes of meeting you, and as such – have learned my fair share about basic astrology in my 20s. (Usually after hours with a martini in hand, but I digress!)
While I usually use this info to help, inquire, or flat out read – today I’m utilizing it for something much more necessary for this bleak ass year : hope.
Well, we did it! We ate, drank, and explored the best of NOLA with our little diva and relative ease.
To be honest, I’m shocked – Martini’s personality is unpredictable at best and he doesn’t exactly love strangers. This was definitely a social experiment and parenting test and I’m happy to report, we passed with flying colors! But you know, kind of in that fluke way that you ace a test in middle school – with zero studying and the magic of your subconscious that retained info while you were half napping in class.
Ok, y’all – the silent rumors are true. I have become a bit of a.. decorator? The walls are no longer blank. Pinot Grigio is being drunk. SOMETIMES with ice. I’m one closet full of Vera Bradley away from turning into my mother in law. (Which, tbh – I’d be lucky! She’s great. But still – cue panic attack from the last shreds of my youth, you know?)
I can’t lie, though – evenings at our house are insanely cozy and bring me so much joy now. I don’t think I’ve necessarily gone overboard, but celebrating the changing of seasons (especially Halloween! Who doesn’t love a bit of frivolous debauchery? If the answer is anything less than an enthusiastic yes, kindly see yourself out of this blog) lightens my inevitable SAD and makes life feel more grounded and happy.
SO, I’m going to tell you how I did it in a foolproof way that didn’t turn our house into something juvenile, messy, or worse – a clashing mess.
Seeing as I’m only now waking up from a pretty long internet hiatus, I haven’t had the chance to share with most of you something pretty earth shattering that happened this summer :
I saw the Spice Girls. In London. Up close and PERSONAL.
Ever since I saw the movie when I was six – faux double decker bus of dreams flying across Tower Bridge, it’s been a dream of mine to see my personal heroes in the big smoke. Truly, I thought it would never happen. And then they got social media. And then there was talk of a tour.. perhaps. And then all hell broke loose once they released the dates and I booked flights and accommodation the second I secured tickets.
21 years later, it happened! And it was EVERY bit as magical, girl power filled, and rhinestone adorned as I could have ever dreamed it would be.
Okay y’all : a news update. Jon and I adopted this sweet, unbelievably gorgeous little monster at the end of May. His name is Martini (@martinithedragdog, rather) – and he’s fucking teething like crazy and has caused us to bleed on multiple occasions.
Cue: dog toys.
If you’re the kind of person who doesn’t mind ripped up, slobbered over, dirty tennis balls all over the place – this post (and blog, probably) isn’t for you. Move on. But if you get it – first of all, I love you. Secondly, Buckle. UP! Continue reading →