Monday Morning, You Sure Look Fine


Another week, another Monday.

You know when a post starts out like that, it ain’t gonna be winning any Perfect Post awards.  (Hey, do they still give out Perfect Post awards?  I’m showing my age in blog years again.)

There’s something about sitting here at the computer on a Monday morning with the blank Add New Post screen staring back at me and the whole week ahead of me that makes me feel like I’m getting a fresh start.  All the failures of the past week are behind me, all the achievements are old news, and even the tasks left unfinished are new action points on my fresh To Do list.  It’s a great feeling.

There’s no menu plan this week because this week is all about getting ready to go to the event which shall not be named on Thursday.  I know I promised not to bore you with all the talk of preparations and stress about which parties to attend and what to wear.  But it does take a good bit of planning to get oneself ready to go to the biggest women’s blogging conference of the year, and I’d be lying if I told you I was thinking about much else these days.

I actually made a spreadsheet of the events I’m obligated to attend so that I can see what I have committed myself to.  I remember that someone did this last year and posted it so that others could borrow the basic format.  At the time I thought it was a wee bit obsessive, but now I get it.  It’s the only way not to be stressed out about it.  Now that I have my itinerary all mapped out, I can relax and just go by my schedule.  I even have it in Google Docs so if I forget to print it out, I can access it on my laptop or my phone.

(If you are also going to the event which shall not be named and are overwhelmed by the amount of events you’ve committed to, and you’d like to see how I set it up, email me.  I’m happy to share.)

Of course the other big topic of conversation floating around the blogosphere is OH MY GARSH, WHAT ON EARTH DO I WEAR???

As I said, I am mostly shopping my closet.  Over the past few years, I’ve attended enough events that I have a pretty good collection of pieces, both casual and fancy, and it’s just a matter of pawing through the black hole that is my closet and putting outfits together.  I did this on Friday.  Then I made a list of a few odds and ends that I needed to round out the outfits — accessories, mostly, and a new pair of shoes to replace my favorite gold wedge sandals that I wore with everything before they mysteriously disappeared.

Now let me tell you, the LAST thing I wanted to buy before the event which shall not be named is a new pair of shoes.  Any other time I’m happy to shop for shoes, but EVERYONE says to make sure you wear shoes that are comfortable because there will be a lot of walking.  Thus I would prefer to wear shoes that are already broken in and reliable, but with the loss of my go-to wedges that are perfect for wearing with all of my pants that are hemmed for heels, I was forced to go shoe shopping over the weekend.

Oh the trials.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining about shoe shopping.  Hello, have you met me? What I’m complaining about is shopping for something so specific that you’re pretty much guaranteed not to find it.  Isn’t that always the way?  And as predicted, although I bought two pair of new shoes, neither is exactly what I want.  So I’ll keep them in their boxes while I continue to look around, and they can always go back if I luck out and find exactly what I’m looking for before it’s time to hop into my Chevy Tahoe Hybrid loaner and drive to NYC.

Yes, you read that right.  I am now officially certifiable.  I’m driving into New York City.  You may remember that I did that once last summer, and I swore I’d never do it again.  But this year I was chosen as one of the Chevrolet Roadtrippers, so Robin, Melissa and I are going to be driving a Chevy Tahoe into the Big Apple on Thursday.

On the one hand, it will be fun to travel with friends, and it’s fabulous to have plenty of room for our luggage and all the swag that I’m told we will be carting home with us.  But on the other hand, well, New York City streets weren’t exactly designed for conspicuously large SUVs.  So there’s that.

But I’m sure we’ll do fine, and if we don’t, that’s what body shops are for, right?

Fortunately, the shopping trip wasn’t a total wash.  I did find most of the accessories that I needed, and I somehow managed, even though I wasn’t looking for one, to find a new outfit.

It’s nice to shop your closet, but it’s also nice to have at least one new outfit that feels hip and modern.  Again, it’s always easier to find something perfect when you aren’t looking for anything specific.  And so it went.  As I was wandering through the King of Prussia mall, I came across a new store (new to me, at least) called Madwell.  I almost walked by, but there was a shirt on the model in the window that was calling out to me so I turned back and went in, and long story longer, after trying on a couple of outfits, I left with an adorable embellished tank top and a boyfriend cardigan to go over it.  (I’m hoping the conference rooms are on the chilly side.)

And then.  THEN, of course, I had to have shoes and accessories to go with it.

If you give a girl a new outfit…


This time, I found exactly what I was looking for – a bracelet and earrings that compliment the outfit as well as a pair of embellished T-strap sandals that are comfortable as well as stylin’.

Wanna see?  Well, I’ll show you anyway.

Oh yeah, and there’s my new ‘do.  I actually had it clipped back because I had been making pizza, but it’s working out pretty well.  I hate the one side and love the other.  (I’m losing a lot more hair on the right side, for some reason, so my dear hair stylist did the best she could with what she had to work with.)  I also like the back, and I tried to figure out how to take a picture of it, but that didn’t work out so well. I think when I get my next trim, I’ll ask for even a little more drama in the back.  And maybe by then the one side will be growing in a little bit.  I’m dying to get to the doctor and figure out what is causing my hair to thin and if it’s remediable.

Hey, look at that, I thought I was making up a word, but it’s legitimate after all.

I never cease to find ways to amuse myself.

So yeah, anyway, let’s wrap up this epistle.

How ’bout you?  Did you have a relaxing weekend?  Or if not relaxing, was it at least a productive one?