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- Right now I’m loving my Rejuvenique oil by MONAT. It’s an essential oil I’ve been using for my face and hair over the last six months. Not only do I “swear” by it, I’m officially giving it a #monimusthave, something I don’t do often unless I 💯 believe in a product.
- I’m enjoying the transition from winter to spring and attending a lot of happy hours 🍾 Not just to have a beer or cocktail but to meet interesting people I might not meet in my neighborhood. I ventured to the Renaissance Hotel in Plano, TX yesterday and wow! It’s gorgeous and so inviting. The “R” above is just an example of its eclectic style and chic lighting. Did I mention I also met someone, too 😍
- Pastels are typically a Spring must have in my closet but I’m more into muted pastels plus prints. My top above is from Anthropologie and is a light rayon blend that feels smooth on my body. I’m trying my best to only invest in things I absolutely adore and this top for that criteria to a tee.
- I’ve decided that I will only use the words “I love you” or “I love” unless I really do. Sometimes I catch myself throwing the “Love” word around like water. Must stop now…
- Last, but not least (and not pictured), it’s Holy Week! It’s been a time of sincere reflection and rest. I’m great full to have had a few extra hours to myself contemplating my life, asking God for guidance, the universe for positive and simply being still. I strongly encourage everyone to take time for themselves, even if it’s not tied to a religious reason.
Let me know how you are doing! I want to hear your story.
I might have mentioned a few times over that I’m in love ❤️ with poetry. I’m not sure when this crush began or morphed into a such deep appreciation of words. During college I was first an Engineering student and do not remember taking any creative writing courses. So, I suppose it began on the streets of NYC, where I listened to beat-box artists on the subway or spoken word at local cafes.
My knowledge of POETS is always expanding. I lean on the New Yorker or Paris Review to introduce me to New writers. The latest one is Frederick Seidel.
I’m not sure what’s going on with Mother Nature but yesterday’s wind by the bay was incredible. As I tackled my daily walk I couldn’t help but sorta dance in it! 💃🏽 Read More
Sundays are for sleeping in, dreaming and taking time out to relax. I used to work furiously on Sundays, burning my candle at both ends but no more. I’m over that and honestly, I’m not sure why I took to working on Sundays with such a vengeance.
So many retail Sundays.
So many Soho Sundays in a grand loft office in front of a Mac.
So many sluggish Sundays sewing, a passion that would grow tired because it became work.
So many Sundays catching up.
I alone am responsible for my Sundays past and allowing myself to squander what’s supposed to be a day or rest. Yes, there was money to be made and responsibilities to be met, but at what expense? I guess what I’m trying to express is that I’m finally at a point where I say no to work on Sundays at whatever cost. I now have personal boundaries, Sundays included, as well as set by me and me alone. I do not want to work on Sundays because I’d rather commune at church and reflect on the week ahead; make plans for my future with family and friends. And when I’m not doing the later, I want my Sundays to be sacred. PJs in bed, french press coffee, eggs, toast, jam, reading, napping and repeat all day long.
What about you? How do you feel about your Sunday?
PS. Below are images I snagged from the world wide web, the first actually being a sketch of what I hope will be my garden soon.