I'm doing well, I really am - and you?
So in my time off this here blog, one thing I've been up to is reading this mostly wonderful book, one line of which kinda hit me between the eyes:
There was some famous writer . . . who said you must be wounded into writing, but that you shouldn't write until the wound has healed.
That sounds awfully heavy for a blog devoted to all things Pretty, but since I've taken to writing more about personal life here lately, icky stuff included, it resonated.
Sometimes you need distance from a situation to share it without losing a piece of yourself (including, um, your sanity). I'm enjoying the break from cooking up content here while I just process things and, to use the scientific phrase, freaking stop over-thinking it all already.
Now I'm afraid I've created some bleak picture of me moping around listening to Alanis like it's dreary, Doc Marten-wearing 1992, when that couldn't be further from the truth . . . when I'm not busy with Master P, I'm happily spending more time puttering, reading, getting my house ready for hosting Thanksgiving (and Christmas - gulp), and generally doing the stuff that gets pushed aside when I'm in Winning the Internet Mode.
So if you'll forgive me - all three of you readers - I may continue to check in here more sporadically*, but here are some fall-ish wee CEO photos to tide you over. Because snaps of a total stranger's child are EXACTLY the cure for a Monday, right?
*Unless and until another fertility-hormone-induced mood swing changes my mind - speaking of, it's super convenient having those to blame. Feeling uninspired to write? Bad hair day? Embezzled millions? Talk to the hormones!
(By the by, the photos below were taken by my talented friend Z a few weeks ago while we were checking out an antiques market - can you believe she took these on the fly? And, no, she's not paying me to say any of these nice things - I just want any Austinites here to book her before she has her baby sometime in the next 5 minutes.)
More Pretty stuff soon - but not too soon - pinky swear . . .