I have come to a moral crossroads. Where art meets compromise.
I was alone, in my garret. Wearing my beret. Washing my paintbrushes and eating a crust of bread. Listening to La bohème and shouting Viva la Revolución!
Writing
Holiday MashUp: where I lure you in with an abundance of sparkly Christmas stuff, but then discuss the prevalence of luxury-home blogs and how I have failed to sleep with Channing Tatum.
Hey there! If you’re here for the sparkly stuff? Welcome!
This blog is TOTALLY ALL ABOUT SPARKLY STUFF.
If you’re here for my mind-bogglingly amazing writing skills? Also, welcome.
I don’t break them out as often as the disco balls, but when I do, it’s fantastic.
My cheap mirror ball source.
When we moved here, all of a sudden I was tasked with juggling the design of renovating an entire house.
Which, objectively? Does not seem that hard… It already had walls and floors and rooms. So what is there to really design?
I’m like Gollum. But much taller.
This year I wanted to do less.
Less with my manic, glassy-eyed hauling of stored ornaments. Less of my frantic bow-making when I realize the ribbon I used last year is undeniably hideous. Less of asking myself, where did I put that twelfth box of holiday stuff. Less with the hanging and nailing and hauling ladders and asking Paul to quit performing cold fusion to come help me hang a wreath.
Less of looking at my absolute mountain of Christmas decorations and asking myself WHY I HAVE SO MUCH CRAP.
Mad Love… a Halloween message to Don Draper.
You know what’s rare? When you inadvertently avoid making an ass of yourself.
I love Halloween like other people love Valentine’s Day. Or their Birthday. Or any day when people give you gifts and profess undying love.
I love Halloween because you get to wear costumes. Fake hair. Fake eyelashes. Fake glasses. Fake teeth. Sparkles, tulle, cowboy hats, crowns, hoop skirts, eye-patches, alien heads… whatever.
So when I found out there was a WordPress blogging camp in Philadelphia? AND it was Halloween themed? I absolutely planned to wear a costume.
Because costumes are awesome.
Front Porch. Epilogue.
Has anyone seen my concentration?
I’ve been trying to finish this post for three days, but my brain keeps wandering off… The kind of stealth abandonment where it sneaks away, unsupervised and unnoticed.
Squandering your thoughts on the consideration of things that are clearly a total waste of time. And yet seem entirely necessary.
For example:
A Pinterest board dedicated to why Karl Lagerfeld is insane. Which would also be a Pinterest board dedicated to why Karl Lagerfeld is awesome.
In comparison, the final Front Porch post is boring. But that’s what you’re getting.
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