Last night I went into the city for a dinner meeting, and all my favorite prints came with me (that's a NYDJ shirt, a Juicy Couture skirt, and the INC vest I was raving about on Tuesday).
Leopard and stripes = totally not as weird a combo as you'd think.
Last weekend, we put on hats and scarves and headed over to Nyack in search of Christmas ornaments, because we only have a couple of weeks to go and I wanted to jump-start our family into a holiday kind of mood. We bought sparkly owls and ferocious lions, and then went home and hung them on our tree, and it was lovely. Not Christmas, exactly, not yet...but almost.
The thing is, these past few years I've had trouble getting into the Christmas spirit. Of course the magic you feel when you're a kid dwindles away once you get into the whole Life As An Adult thing, that makes sense: but still...a little would be nice. The heart-flutter you get when you come down in the morning and see a lit-up tree. You know what I mean.
When I was a little girl, I'd spend the days leading up to Christmas Eve and Christmas morning trying to be as good as I possibly could. It started out because I didn't want to risk Santa making a last-minute snap decision that I wasn't deserving of that Garfield phone...but even after I began to suspect that the magical red-suited man might be a bit of a ruse, I kept on doing things like giving my mom hugs just because on Christmas Eve. Feeding our ten thousand animals before my parents got up on Christmas morning, so they wouldn't have to jump into chores right when they came out of their bedroom. Bringing my dad coffee to try and put him into the best mood possible before he opened his stocking. Not because I was a saint of a child - I wasn't - but because I think as I grew up I started to realize just how tenuous the magic is, just how easily it can fall to pieces completely. And I didn't want it to.
On Saturday morning, I co-hosted the INC holiday fashion event with Camila Alves in Garden City...and it seemed like a good time to wear red. Holidays and all.
It was also Camila's last public appearance as the INC Brand Ambassador, which made the whole thing a little bittersweet - I've had so much fun getting to know her over these past few months (Vegas! Seattle! Minneapolis!), and am excited to see what she ends up doing next.
I did a bad thing once.
Well, no: I've done bad things lots of times. Obviously. But this time sticks out in my memory both because it was a bad thing that I did on purpose, with total awareness of said badness, and because while on the scale of "bad things that one can do" it wasn't all that bad, having caused no grave physical or emotional harm...it was still something that I think was both immoral and dishonest. I also thought so at the time, when I did it.
And that's bad.
On the to-do list today: packing for Ohio and setting things up for our house/Virgil-sitter.
What's coming with me: those textured skinny jeans, that black tee, and definitely those sunglasses (ooh, I love them and care zero that it's November and that they may look a little out-of-place at the Amish Country antique stores that we stop into every year).
What's not: those boots, as much as I love them.
