Let’s start with the good news. The newest & most beautiful AND currently favorite granddaugter (I only have one so that’s easy) has moved 8 hours closer. LOVE IT!
I’m hoping to finish my last semester of college this fall. I’m taking my senior capstone class, a history/religion class, and Statistics. Just typing that gives me the heebie jeebies. I’m sure that I’m making it harder than it has to be…but why, oh why did I wait until my final semester to take Statistics?
Ok, so on to the nerves. I was in a serious accident several years ago. Pretty nasty stuff. I’ve recovered nicely but….BUT-I will still have effects for the rest of my life. I’m a ridiculous Pollyanna. I try to find the bright side of everything. Sometimes to my detriment. Tomorrow is a big day. I meet with attorneys and mediators and blah blah blah. The pressure that I feel right now to make decisions that affect the rest of my life is unreal. That being said……deep breath in…..it’s going to be ok. It has to be. There is no other option. So…if you are a believer in the Universe and positive thought, or a believer in a higher power, or even just rabbit ears…if you wouldn’t mind taking a second or two and throwing some good vibes my way, I’d be forever grateful.
I love clothes. I love shoes. I love knowing that I can usually find an appropriate outfit for just about anything if I search my closet hard enough.
The problem I am referring to is over doing it. And boy, am I guilty of that. My home is spacious. My spouse and I share a master closet of which he has given up 2/3. I also have the majority of the coat closet, the office closet, and as you can see I’m making use of the door space on the office door for more shoes and a rolling closet I purchased at IKEA. My resident psychologist, aka the hub, reminds me that even though I was exceedingly poor as a child and made do with little, that isn’t the case now. He reminds me that stuff doesn’t equal love (unless it’s the pair of shorts I’ve worn so long that I have to use a safety pin to hold them up. I’ve even rescued them from the trash. Three times.) So…I’m in purge mode. Can’t wear? Gotta go. Don’t wear? Gotta go. Love it but it doesn’t fit? Take it to the tailor so it will fit. I’ve been busy recently cleaning out my collection. Some things I donate, but some I sell on eBay. I need to remember to shop my closet and keep track of outfits and put more together. I follow several other bloggers to get ideas and I’m impressed with the choices I could make-from my own closet.
Word to the wise-before you charge up those cards-take a second look at what you have on hand and repurpose and recycle. Take that maxi dress and make it a skirt. Turn that cardigan around with the buttons up the back. Cut the sleeves off the jacket you used to love and make it a vest. I’ve taken a too short dress and made it into a boho top that gets lots of compliments. Turn that old love into a new love!
So apparently I started the below blog post a couple of months ago since I know for a fact I turned 47 last week! I think I was going for something along the lines of people on one side screaming “Age gracefully” and on the other side saying “Fight it every step of the way!” I’m in the middle-gracefully acknowledging, but gently pushing back! Let me say that I am thrilled to be 47 years old. I have earned every single year and I’m grateful for every day. Let me also say that I don’t want to look like I was beaten by those 47 years so I have indulged in a little something something. (The above photograph as both a before and after. The left side is before and the right side of the photograph is the after) See the below beginning post-
I will turn 47 in just over a month. I’m not sure what 47 is supposed to look like these days. I look at pictures of 47 years old from the 1960’s and what I find is matronly. I look at pictures of 47 year olds currently and I find a range of looks. Some matronly, some over the top sexy, and some a little somewhere in between.
For myself, over the last couple of years, I noticed some lines around my mouth. These are lines one would associate with someone who is a smoker-and I am not a smoker. I have regularly made visits to an aesthetician for chemical peels, microdermabrasion, and some laser resurfacing. I have dark blotches on my face from suntanning, using birth control, and hormonal changes that resulted from pregnancy. These blotches are called hyperpigmentation.
I have used a skin bleaching cream to help lighten these splotches that make it look like I’m constantly chugging hot chocolate. I give you these examples to say-don’t be afraid to keep yourself looking fabulous. I definitely don’t look 27 anymore-and thats ok-I don’t want to-but I do want to be the very best 47 I can be, so yes, I will be lining up for a the yearly Juvederm injection that makes me feel like a better me.
*The photograph above comes from the Juvederm website. I am not paid by Juvederm-this is my personal experience.
Everything is coming up shades of pink here. Amelia W Brown made her first appearance in this world a short two weeks ago. And what a beaut. Lots of hair, perfect lips, and an inquisitive little face. I love my daughters with all my heart but there is something about grandchildren….you can’t even put into words. So with that said-world, Amelia. Amelia, world. Can’t wait to shop with this beauty and teach her all the tricks.
So blogging was all fun and games as long as I was losing weight. I had fun taking pictures, putting together outfits, and getting feedback-good, bad, and great. Problem was the weight stopped coming off. And I stopped blogging. After a rough go of it, I’m committed to trying this again. Losing has commenced again. I’ve lost 35+ pounds since December. And shame on me for not rocking the body I have 35 pounds or not. I need to practice the self love I preach. Don’t get me wrong, I do love me…a lot! I’m awesome. Just ask me, I’ll tell you. But I didn’t like what that 35 extra pounds did to my confidence. With all that being said I need to suck it up and start anew and renewed. Let’s see what I can get into!
No pictures today. I’m sitting in my office watching the snow continue to fall. It started Tuesday when I got to campus and I don’t think its really quit since. I grew up in the mountains so I’ve seen all the snow I want to see but I have to admit, looking out the window and watching the birds gather around the feeder like the office water cooler has been fun. Woodpeckers, cardinals, chicadees, robins, and the list continues.
Maybe at some point today I’ll get bundled up and take my daily walk-that I’ve not had since Tuesday and get some pictures to share. In case you are wondering, I’m in Charlotte, NC. Snow is a bit of a rarity in these parts and for that I’m glad.
Stay warm and safe!
One of the fun things about blogging is forcing yourself to actually do it….which I stink at.
I had something all lined up to post about recently and then my camera went kaput. Camera is up now,
but more exciting things to blog about.
As a parent few things make you happier than the happiness of your children. My oldest daughter is sporting
major smiles right now as she and her husband are expecting their first child. So of course, the big question is
pink or blue?
For me, yellow or green are the way to go. You can never go wrong with gender neutral colors either for babies
or yourself. For a number a years I’ve coveted the color of butter. Every time I see it, I want it whether it’s a bag,
a blouse, a dress or anything in between but I’ve found that mustard is actually the color that is more flattering
to me. Fortunately, I can’t go wrong with green. I’ve got enough green in my hazelish eyes that green is fabulous no
matter the shade (except maybe neon).
So, come late June or early July, I won’t necessarily be sporting pink or blue. You may see me in shades
of yellows or greens. Baby Brown can take center stage and this Gigi will be the accessory.