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“Good” Morning?
I wanted to show you exactly how fantastic I look this morning.
OK, so Kendrick was studying really late last night. And how late he stays up and why is none of my business, and besides: I'm excited for him and proud of him for being so hard-working and dedicated. But I have this thing - and I know I'm not alone here, because my friend told me it's the same for her when her husband falls asleep on the couch or whatever and she has to go out and wake him up and get him back into bed before she herself can pass out - where I cannot fall asleep until Kendrick is in bed too. I can sort of doze, but if he is in the house I do not actually fall asleep until he is laying there next to me.
I try to let him know that this is my problem, not his - just another fun byproduct of my decade-long argument with Sleep - and he can of course do whatever he wants and stay up until whenever he wants, but I'm certain it's still extremely annoying for him, feeling like he's keeping his wife awake just by virtue of not deciding to go to sleep at the exact same moment she does. I explain my restlessness when he's downstairs to myself as an anticipation of being woken back up when he comes into the room, but let's get real: I'm sure it's some kind of weird control thing.
The Tenuousness Of Things
Yesterday morning, right after putting up this post, I received an email from a reader that rang so true that it had me in tears.
That's it - and that's it exactly. There have been times (long times, many times) in my life when I have felt so lost and so helpless to achieve anything close to what I felt that I was capable of achieving, and times (long times, many times) when I have felt so alone and have wanted so intensely to find love and my future family. And what is happening in my life now...it's not that I feel like I don't deserve it, exactly - I work hard, I think I'm good at the stuff that I do - but I also feel so grateful for it. I hate the word "blessed" - hate that it connotes some kind of specialness that makes you more deserving than anyone else, and that is most certainly not the case - so I'll just call how I feel "lucky". I feel so lucky right now.
And I also feel so aware every single second that it could go away.
Links & Love & Stuff
All about peony pink this spring (pictured above is a T.J. Maxx blazer that I paired with T.J. Maxx sunglasses, an Ann Taylor tank, a Swati Jr* necklace and a tote c/o Alexandra Satine for yesterday's meetings in the city).
Speaking of pink...next week I'm wearing one of my favorite-ever dresses for a shoot with Elle. (I love it so much I just picked up a second version in neon yellow to wear to our friends' upcoming wedding).
Spending a weekend at a friend or family member's place and in search of a nicer-than-your-average-candle hostess gift? Try these rope servers.
Three Things
My Sleep Kit these days...
When Tired Eyes Are Smiling
Because wandering around all day feeling like a zombie is one thing, but I'd rather not look like one, as well.
Peaceful Little Spaces
There are still bunches of things I'd like to change, of course, but anyplace that has leopard rugs and faux taxidermy with gold antlers is a place where I am happy.
Out Came The Sun: A Ramble
Here's a glimpse of the final look, which had small children all over NYC pointing and crying out, "It's a fairy princess!"
My Stay-Healthy(ish) System
Over the past year or so, though, I’ve discovered just how important it is to take that little extra time to care for myself.
Weekend Snapshots
We have not stopped moving for five days. Between the hours of 6:30AM and 11PM, we're hammering, folding, Home Depot-ing, arranging, and wrangling (animals and babies).