Also, I just bought a handbag that will officially push me over the edge to insanity. It's black, deep, and without pockets. I will loose my keys, cell phone, and lip gloss no less than fourteen times day.

I am a glutton for punishment.

Heartache, You're the last thing I'd expect to find all bundled up and braving the cold streets of Seattle. Normally you sneak in unexpectedly and demand vodka and denim. You're slightly unruly this time around. I'm hoping you'll wise up and shape up or ship out sooner rather than later. You've taken me by surprise so much, I spent the better part of a car payment at J-Crew on Sweaters I'll never wear, socks that don't keep my tootsies warm, a fantastically misshaped blazer in plum, and enough bejeweled t-shirts for every day in February.

Shame on you heartache.







All J-Crew, All Available at J-Crew, University Village or Pacific Place. If you go, have Kelly help you. She's sweet and fashionable, and she'll even tell you that you are "not that pale" and that you will be "just fine" going to meet your boy-friends parents for the first time. Even though you know she is lying, she is kind. And when you try to tell her that you, at one point, were this girl who really was fashionable. She will smile and nod and carry your clothes to the check out counter.

I am so very aware it's been lifetime since we've connected. I've got a pocketful of excuses and none that I assume you care about. The reality is, this year, this time, has been one huge transition. One that has led lifelong friends away and brand new people into my life. I have real life bills for the first time. And the charm of this city has been covered up a lack of, well, charm. I'm not quite sure what's happening with me or this city but I am sure that at some point, I'll get to the bottom (or top) of it.

I'm making a new space for all these words to live in. I have work to do and not much time to do it. As usual, I promise to try (and, try harder).