Greetings and warmth from the sunshine state!
(more on that later)
(more on that later)
As you might have noticed, I've been on a bit of a--OK, let's be honest...a lengthy hiatus.
It's not you, it's me.
I mean that and not in a, "it is totally you, and I don't want to hear from, speak to, or see you" kind of way.
I'm experiencing something like a personal Renaissance (my friend Heather threw that term at me), and most of this has been done alone in self-imposed isolation or quietly with others rather than "out there" and documented/social media-d (YES, I'm making that a verb) for everyone to witness. That would be entirely staged. Phony. And more importantly, not fulfilling. It's my own. It's extremely personal, and I'm highly private actually when it comes to "taking a breather" and an individual journey of exploration and ultimately, evolution. I'd been feeling this inexplicable urge to shed off a layer of soot from myself, my priorities, my relationships, and my spirit. Thanks, Taylor Swift. I'm shaking it off these days. I'm taking this time for me. To be a better me. To transition into a more serene, effective, and loving human being, sister, partner, friend, daughter, aunt, acquaintance, boss, and employee.
Some times, we have shake the dirt off that's accumulated through time and experience in order to continue growing. We can't push up and on with this dead weight. My apologies for the corny plant metaphor, but it's true nonetheless. Life is weird. We're all aging, like it or not, and I'm simply doing everything I can to ensure that I'm listening, feeling, and evolving in an authentic and hopefully, a best-case-scenario-kind-of-way: joyfully and peacefully.
I'll slowly divulge more on this topic going further. Curious? Questions? Feeling similarly? Ask away. I'm open to sharing my story as well as imparting any sort of advice, encouragement, or general support that I possibly can.
Find yourself? Maybe. Maybe you lost sight of this self, but it's there. Create yourself, definitely. And again. Rinse and repeat.
But, back to the original intent of this post. I've been lusting over a great fringe bag. Not something overly trendy or ostentatious. I've never finally just given in and made the purchase. It's never felt right. You feel it in 'dem bones when it's right one. Like, "It's got to be that can't-eat, can't-sleep, reach-for-the-stars, over-the-fence, World Series kind of stuff, right?" (Thank you, Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen for the incredible film, "It Takes Two")
I found my spirit animal, fringe-ly speaking.
Proenza Schuler 'PS 1' Fringed Satchel
Unfortunately, I must NOT and, truly, can NOT afford--keep repeating this to yourself, Olivia--my beloved. It's offered in small, medium and large. The large, which I (of course) pine for retails at $2,000. Perhaps, I/you (but really, me-duh!) could scour Ebay for one a smidgen cheaper? I'll stop, fine. I get it. I have a problem.
Don't fret, though. I compiled twelve bags-yes, twelve!-that are also fringe-tastic but also all under $400. That's more like it, eh? Christmas lists, anyone?
Check out some of my favorites:
Colors and shapes and styles, OH MY!
I visited my parents' house in Memphis, Tennessee. Now, the entire family has traveled to Florida for our yearly week of food, sunshine, and overall laziness. We arrived on Saturday, and the weather is ideal at this time of year for us. High seventies, low-to-mid eighties. And sun. Lots of sun.
Blanche and I thrilled about flying early+ leaving New York for a month.
These past few days have delivered serenity. Family (however you choose to define that word) and a change of scenery seem to be the antidote for the common disease known as being disgruntled with life.
Take a hammer to your own walls....
wherever they might be.
Memphis morning workspace.
Backyards are safe spaces.
The good kind of blues.
Sunsets are just better here.
We'll talk sooner than later.
This Renaissance woman keeps her word.