It was a short work week, but it was busy, busy, busy anyway. This was entirely my fault, because I have bit off more than I can comfortably chew. Trying to cram writing the first draft of a new book in the same month that I start prepping another book for publication, which also happens to be a busy month at work, which also happens to be the month that schools close due to a teachers’ strike, which also happens to be a regular month full of regular chores (plus winter prep) … well, you get the idea. A normal person would have pressed pause on at least one thing [*cough* new book *cough*] but my neurodivergent brain will not allow that to happen because we live and die by our To Do List, ok? Anyway, being too busy to think is not altogether a bad thing at times when to think is to immediately spiral. And writing every spare minute of the day leaves me less time to doomscroll, aka immediately spiral x 1000.
I am also, on top of all that, trying to make sure that I am not neglecting the blog either. I have a few cool (I think they’re cool) post ideas, so it’s just a question of sitting down, gathering my thoughts, and you know, actually putting the words down. So, like, time. I need more time. Why are there only 28 hours in a day?? Wait, what’s that? Only 24? Well, sh*t.
Just kidding.
I do actually sleep (and a good 8 hours a day, thankyouverymuch) so, in fact, there are even fewer hours to work with. Sigh. But we persevere and squeeze every last drop of juice from the lemons of life.
Seriously, though, if there are any topics or posts you’d like to hear me blather on about here, pop them in the comments. As you may have noticed, I’ve been branching out, away from just strictly fashion and personal style, with my blog writing, so feel free to suggest broader topics. Life after 40 has been my exploration and learning era, so I love talking about just about anything.
You know what finally came in the mail? The H&M cream cardigan I ordered on Poshmark over a month ago. [Did I mention there is also a postal strike going on?] Funny story: as soon as I bought it — like, literally, a week later — I found a H&M cream cardigan at the thrift store. For $6. I paid $30 (shipping included) for mine. I thought it was the exact same one, and was feeling pretty bummed out: A) because of the price, and B) because I didn’t love the material of the thrift store one when I saw it in person. The ones I already own are a cotton blend, the one at the thrift store was acrylic, and had a totally different handfeel.
Plot twist.
The cardigan I ordered was different! Very similar style and same colour, but better. The fit is better (for me) and this one is also cotton, like my others. YAY! So the extra cost, and waiting time, was totally worth it. Gotta love when that happens!
Have a great weekend!
