WIW: A Gussied Up Bookworm

This was the ensemble I created for a very important business meeting I was last week, and I was SO damn proud of myself. Curled hair, tights, and booties all in one outfit, this only happens every month or two, maybe.

When I got to work someone commented that I was 'gussied up'.  Now gussied up wasn't quite what I was going for, dressed nicley or put together might have been some of my choice synonyms, but 'gussied up' it was. 

So when the meeting was cancelled and re-scheduled for today (internal monologue/dilemma, can I wear this outfit? ...no one in the meeting saw it or reads this blog), I was heartbroken, and had the thought every blogger has when things like this happen. Damn I wasted a good hair day.

Good hair day or not you probably noted the blonde locks are gone.  They aren't gone for good, but in hopes of growing my hair as many (hoping for at least three) inches before the wedding I returned to my natural color so I could go a few more weeks, or months without dying it.  All things considered we will see how long this color lasts, I'm already anxious.

As for other things about this post this skirt was a $14 sale find at Nordstrom (still on sale), and I love it. Worn it too many times to count since I got it.   The scarf was a gift, and home knit via arm knitting.  I've never heard of it before, but turns out it's a beautiful thing.  Maybe I'll try it, or maybe I won't my New Year's resolution  was to read 52 books this year, which I am still unsure is actually going to be attainable.  So my 'free time' is usually consumed with book-worm-itis, and am happy to report I am three down so far.  Now just 49 more to go.

If I go missing. You know where to find me. On my couch kindeling.

Crying, Cuddled on the Couch

These pictures were taken on manual mode.  #proudbloggermoment

 

I had deemed yesterday a 'domestic' day, and after a super fun day in the city with some friends, more to come later, I had big plans (i.e. dusting, organizing, pile sorting, and laundry folding galore).  I love and hate days like these.

Also may I give you all some love for being here and supporting me both newcomers and returners.  It's been a while since I've been around these parts, I know. I haven't given up just needed some time away from the 'web life' if you will.  The holidays, travels, and wedding plans have been keeping me busy enough.

Flipping the TV on just for white noise was harmless until Marley and Me was on. I was vacuuming and wasn't going to watch it, but then somehow found myself sitting on the teeny tiniest corner of the bed thinking, "I'll just watch until the commercial."  

Then I blinked and an hour and half later, there I was pathetically balled up, on the couch, cuddled next to my little Zoey, crying crocodile tears.  I have seen this movie a handful of times, and haven't ever shed a tear while watching it.  Twenty year old me was watching saying,"...what five years will do."

It'd be a understatement to say that Zoey has changed our lives; I often feel as though she had made our lives.  She acts perfectly (that is a bold-face lie, she isn't all that well behaved) as our baby girl, and we love her, spoiled or not.

Watching the Marley grow with the family yesterday was scary, intimidating, awesome, emotional, and insightful all at the same time.  My mind was running five gazillion-million miles a minute and there I was kissing Zoey (yes I give my dog approximately 97 kisses a day) imagining her with grey around her snout, 56 years young.

So after I had finished crying I realized in five years, I had gained life perspective.

Twenty year old me enjoyed the movie, but could not relate, nor see that far in the future.

Twenty five year me is begging time to slow down, and just pause for a second so I can enjoy my puppies energy, our engagement, my youth, and all the other things that are happening every single day.

I can't wait to see what happens in our lives. And I certainly can't wait for Zoey to grow to be a more dynamic part of our family.  We already have so many memories with her that I can't even imagine what the years to come might have.

And while at first I thought it was lame that I was sitting here typing an entire post about how much I cried during the movie, and how awesome my dog is. I realize it's awesome.