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Riding Shotgun
There we were Saturday afternoon, on the open road weaving around in traffic trying to figure out where the hell we were going when I looked at the clock and saw 3:55pm. Dude. We're not gonna make it. Should we just turn around and say whatever with it?
We kept moving, I figured out how to read a map (really not my strong point and probably why I'm a self-proclaimed wanderer) and we got where we were going, but in my mind I can still see 3:55 on the dashboard clock. I heard a reporter say this weekend, 'This will be one of those events you look back on and remember exactly what you were doing when it happened.' The this being Whitney Houston passing away. I'm not going to wax on like she was my best friend, although in my 20's I'm pretty sure I thought she was given how much playtime her music got. My girls and I used to blast out I'm Every Woman like no other. Damn. No more Whitney.
What a tragedy.
And no I'm not going to get into her handstands at the Beverly Hilton. Let's just remember her as the legend she was.
Before hearing the news we had a rad day. Decent weather, roamed the streets of the fabric district, I pretended not to be scared of the drug dealer with the shopping cart, took in a Vanessa Mooney sample sale and laughed like a hyena when a guy screamed at the sight of a full-grown Bull Mastiff entering the elevator as he was exiting. Outfit? Uh, sorry. This is all I got. In-car chic is the new black?
And here's Whitney Houston. She really was every woman.
We kept moving, I figured out how to read a map (really not my strong point and probably why I'm a self-proclaimed wanderer) and we got where we were going, but in my mind I can still see 3:55 on the dashboard clock. I heard a reporter say this weekend, 'This will be one of those events you look back on and remember exactly what you were doing when it happened.' The this being Whitney Houston passing away. I'm not going to wax on like she was my best friend, although in my 20's I'm pretty sure I thought she was given how much playtime her music got. My girls and I used to blast out I'm Every Woman like no other. Damn. No more Whitney.
What a tragedy.
And no I'm not going to get into her handstands at the Beverly Hilton. Let's just remember her as the legend she was.
Before hearing the news we had a rad day. Decent weather, roamed the streets of the fabric district, I pretended not to be scared of the drug dealer with the shopping cart, took in a Vanessa Mooney sample sale and laughed like a hyena when a guy screamed at the sight of a full-grown Bull Mastiff entering the elevator as he was exiting. Outfit? Uh, sorry. This is all I got. In-car chic is the new black?
And here's Whitney Houston. She really was every woman.
Woman Treading Water Wants Out of the Pool
Has someone ever disappointed you so much that you kind of got stuck at a certain place in your life? Loaded opening sentence there, but one I'd like an answer to. Recently - and I guess stemming back to not so recently - a person I really trusted and thought highly of (and no not the bf) completely trampled me in what I've come to realize is their ongoing tirade of self. It feels like such a long time that I've been weaving in and out of a deep level of hurt. Sometimes, admittedly, without much grace.
Yesterday I was in my car and managed to forget it for awhile when suddenly at a red light this jolt of remembrance left me feeling as though I'd been kicked in the stomach all over again. Yeah, it sounds dramatic and certainly isn't all unicorns flying out of your a** like blogging's supposed to be (or something), but whatevs. It's the truth. A guttural sigh and a green light later I thought to myself, 'I've gotta get away from this. I don't want to let this moment define my life and destroy me.' It was a turning point, I guess. There have been months of dark days dealing with this person and I'm really tired of it. The Chef's been cheering me from the sidelines and it's helped a lot, but every once in awhile I am faced with the fact that this thing, this person, will forever be written in my life story and I wish I could just erase the entire thing.
Hell's bells. Not so much on the cheery side today I'm afraid.
Some dark pics to go with? You got it. Pass the chocolate.
~Outfit: Juicy Couture-Vest, Old Navy-Sweater, Alexa Chung-Skirt, Frye-Boots, Rings-Flea, FP, Bracelets-Vanessa Mooney, Madewell, Motif 56~
Bright side: skirt's on sale, sweater is too and so good I picked it up in two colors. Santa's sleigh came early and I was driving it. Maybe that was him behind me in that picture? Nah!
Yesterday I was in my car and managed to forget it for awhile when suddenly at a red light this jolt of remembrance left me feeling as though I'd been kicked in the stomach all over again. Yeah, it sounds dramatic and certainly isn't all unicorns flying out of your a** like blogging's supposed to be (or something), but whatevs. It's the truth. A guttural sigh and a green light later I thought to myself, 'I've gotta get away from this. I don't want to let this moment define my life and destroy me.' It was a turning point, I guess. There have been months of dark days dealing with this person and I'm really tired of it. The Chef's been cheering me from the sidelines and it's helped a lot, but every once in awhile I am faced with the fact that this thing, this person, will forever be written in my life story and I wish I could just erase the entire thing.
Hell's bells. Not so much on the cheery side today I'm afraid.
Some dark pics to go with? You got it. Pass the chocolate.
~Outfit: Juicy Couture-Vest, Old Navy-Sweater, Alexa Chung-Skirt, Frye-Boots, Rings-Flea, FP, Bracelets-Vanessa Mooney, Madewell, Motif 56~
Bright side: skirt's on sale, sweater is too and so good I picked it up in two colors. Santa's sleigh came early and I was driving it. Maybe that was him behind me in that picture? Nah!
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