I’m going to apologize right off the bat for a post that is going to be a ridiculous mishmash of thoughts, ideas, pictures, and song.
It’s like a “we need to eat these leftovers before they go bad” casserole, over here.
I’m throwing anything and everything into this dish. So just let me know if you need some ketchup, or BBQ sauce, or what have you.
I’ll be on it.
It is Monday after all.
And, do you know how I know dear readers, that today was in fact a Monday?
I’ll tell you.
You see, this was my breakfast:
And this was my lunch:
Not exactly the healthiest of choices, heavens no, but certainly one of the tastiest. I know I’ve written about these apple fritters before, and I just need to reiterate one more time just how fricken stellar they truly are.
And because they are the size of a small cat, they pretty much count as two meals in one.
I know, I know – NOT HEALTHY!
But oh, so delicious.
Because I’m running around at work like a running around working thing, today at lunch I made an effort to pry myself away from my desk and go for a walk.
When I’m not laughing myself into six pack abs trying on the absolute barmiest outfit combinations I can find, I like to torture myself by modelling all the beautiful pieces of clothing I will never be able to afford.
Sometimes I stroll through Holt Renfrew at a snail’s pace, staring into the Prada showroom, devouring all the couture gowns that hang off of the mannequins, or are draped over banquettes and loveseats (or the arms of a wealthy patron.)
I tell you, it’s a pretty interesting sensation to ride the escalator behind someone whose bloody SUNGLASSES are worth more than your entire ensemble.
It’s also a little scary.
Today I tried on this skirt from Club Monaco.
I must say that I kind of really loved it.
AND, it was sixty percent off – though by no means cheap (even still after the discount), it had pleats and sparkles, which are pretty much my favourite things ever when it comes to clothing accoutrements, so I think I will have to go back tomorrow and purchase it.
As long as I don’t find something even more sparkly and pleated in the interim.
(I’m a bit like a hummingbird in that way. My attention span can be quickly taken over by -Ooerrr…SHINEY THINGS!)
Speaking of moving from one thing to the next without absolutely zero transition, please, PLEASE, listen to this song by Sarah Slean, about which I currently cannot get enough of:
I have been a dancing woman since getting home today, listening to it on repeat.
(I don’t even know how many times I’ve listened to it while writing this post. I’ve completely lost count.)
If I was currently using my ipod at the gym, this would be the only thing on my running playlist.
It actually makes me so happy I feel like crying.
And I know that’s pretty cheesy and all, and sometimes I feel like I oscillate wildly from one emotion to the next, and I do regularly find myself so overcome by events that transpire all over the world (pretty much to the point of paralysis), but I am also aware of how much beauty I have in my life, and how fortunate I am in so many ways.
Despite of course, having two-toned hair from my (continually craptastic) dye job.
Seriously guys, what is wrong with me? How am I so, SO bad at this?
In the meantime, however, let’s just keep dancing.
And eating apple fritters.
And sparkling. Like stars.
Until the day we supernova; fade away.