i’ve spent the past few weeks being torn. and i don’t mean a good kind of torn — like, torn over two incredible, can’t live without them pairs of shoes — because with that kind of torn, that has outcomes that make me happy. i end up with one fantastic pair of shoes, or with both. the decisions don’t come so hard.
this kind of torn…well, it tears you up. do you know what that’s like? i’m sure you do, i’m sure i’m not alone — it just feels like it sometimes.
anyway, i am in the process of patching myself together again, and i figure the best possible way to do that is by concentrating on fashion and fun and the things i can control, like what dress to wear in the morning, and how to tie this belt, and where to place that brooch, rather than the things i can’t control. so hello, hello! to me. regular outfits shall commence shortly.
p/s – oh hey, spot a familiar name in this wsj article? woot woot. it is a teeny tiny mention, but i’d rather have a teeny tiny mention in the wall street journal than a big ol’ blurb anywhere else.