|With great power comes great responsibility.|
The book is coming along, it its dysfunctional way. It is hard hard work. Not that fun. When it's going great it is going GREAT. But that is not often.
We are getting ready to leave as in MOVE OUT OF the city for a place where they have houses and also the kind of restaurants that give you crayons and connect the dots placemats for the kids. I can't wait and I don't want to. Both. Equally.
We are having trouble deciding on a house.
We are stressed out about schools and money and deadlines and professional futures.
I miss my family in Chicago.
|Sephora went Medieval on my face.|
All in all, I'm deathly depressed and it's not going away. Oh it will, eventually. I haven't been this sad for this long since the post partum madness that followed the last baby.
S I G H.
So... bear with me.
Do you know what would cheer me up (besides winning this stupid CB2 room makeover I enter every day)?
MOAR TWITTER FOLLOWERS!
I somehow reached 500! And now I'm on a quest. I'm into twitter, so. I'll make it worth your while!
Meanwhile, enjoy these snaps of the ever lovely One Story Debutante Ball 2012! So happy to be a part of it!
This last one in my favorite. My darling and amazing escort, Tara McCarthy and Andrew McCarthy. I do believe I wept while thanking him for Pretty in Pink and assuring him of its great cultural significance for a generation of creative types (aka: me and Tara).