Not that you’re all crying in a corner somewhere wondering what happened to SheBlogs SheBlogs, but I have been ramping up to start posting more because I know things have taken a dive. A few people sent me some encouraging emails, and I thought, “You know what, I love writing, and I love that stupid blog. I’m gonna sit down and really write something good!” So I sat down, and I wrote and wrote, I edited a bit, and then I wrote some more. After a couple of hours I had something I was really excited to share with you. I’m not claiming it was award worthy, but I liked it. So I went to attach a picture and then of course, my Internet crashed.
It wasn’t a term paper, it wasn’t my senior thesis, but I still got pretty upset. The majority of the post didn’t save because my Internet connection was spotty. And I just didn’t have the heart to rewrite the damn thing.
So long post short…I was in San Diego this past week for a wedding. I was anxious about seeing people from high school that I hadn’t seen in a while, so my dear mommy bought me a new dress. In the other post I think I wrote something snide about how I know MY dress isn’t a very important thing at another woman’s wedding and how I know I should be more mature by now…more self-deprecating humor….yadda, yadda, yadda…and then I gave the big reveal:
The good news is that we weren’t sitting by one another. Oh no wait, OUR SEATS WERE RIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER AT THE SAME TABLE. And yes, it was chilly and we BOTH were wearing black sweaters. If it had been a party or a restaurant or ANYTHING other than a wedding, I really couldn’t have cared less to be sporting the same dress. But at a wedding the matching dresses thing kind of confuses people. They wonder, “Are the taking the gifts? Are they servers? Maybe they are just bitter b-list friends who couldn’t hack it as bridesmaids and are now taking their revenge out on the bride?”
But somehow Vanessa and I made it through the night and the wedding was wonderful.
I’m back in Philly now and I’m excited to start pulling my life together and post more often and share with you all of the exiting and riveting thoughts I have had while here in Philly. I would like to warn you that my brain has been accosted as of late by the likes of: The Fashion Show, Top Chef, Chopped, So You Think You Can Dance, and Project Runway. But I take hardly any responsibility for this because my husband is the one who insisted on getting the DVR, making all of those shows ripe for the viewing whenever I feel like it.
But more important than my lack of posting, more noteworthy than me committing a major fashion faux pas, and definitely of greater worth than all of the fabulous programming I have at my fingertips, is the grand aim of this blog. And that is love. I started this blog to share love, and I want to keep doing just that. So I’d like to say thank you for being you and thanks for reading. I hope you have a wonderful day. And I hope that at least one of my many blog posts has or will make your day better and not worse.
I love you people, whoever you are, I really do.
Let’s all hang in there together.