In 4 days I will be 4-0.
So of course I needed a cute lunch box and thermos. (Which Alison knew, which is why she brought me a set all the way from the UK.)
Because I like cute.
I have come to embrace this about myself. My proclivity towards the cheerful.
If you get on my Pinterest board you will notice that quite a few of my pins are of children’s rooms and crafts.
I often bemoan that I wish they made the cute shoes and clothes that little girls wear in my size. Things with colorful stripes, flower patterns, and polka-dots running amok all over them.
No one will ever call me sophisticated or edgy or relevant.
Once upon a time this bothered me.
I wanted to be taken seriously.
I wanted to be cool.
I believe in mess and authenticity as well as seeing on the sunny side. My chipped, vintage floral glass is half full, and I will happily give you half of my half.
I used to be confused by these two sides of myself. The side that wanted to talk about deep, messy, hard things, and the side that wanted to crochet a bunting at the same time.
Now, meh, Whatevs.
I am 40.
This is who I am.