Hark! The hiatus is over and I want to give a massive thanks to readers who checked my blog regularly despite the post drought- I see you. Those of you who know me personally are probably aware of the unforeseen and traumatic circumstance that rained over my family the past six weeks, creating a backburner blog among other things. I went home to Texas for a month and about three weeks ago things began to settle, allowing me to return to NYC and resume life as usual, or at least to the best of my ability. This evening I was going to throw up a post about holiday sweaters but decided to bump it after Gala Darling‘s Things I Love Thursday post dinged in my email inbox. Although sweaters are obviously fashionable, functional, and therefore post-worthy Gala’s post got me thinking. What better time than when you’re successfully surfacing from a garbage situation to put together a list of gratitude?
My high school best friend spending five hilarious days in New York, including Thanksgiving. A fresh Moleskine. Getting surprise cards in the mail. Game of Thrones marathons and the worst best/worst movie ever Lizard Baby. Gettin’ live at my alma mater for the University of North Texas homecoming. Seeing the Macy’s Day Parade in person. Pumpkin spice coffee and a splash of Frangelico. Late night grilled cheese. Icing completely unsuspecting people. End of the world party planning. “LYLAS”. Amy interviewing me for The New Lady Times (!!!). Sequined dresses that make me look like a Christmas tree in drag. Chocolate cake shots for the birthday girl and neverending mimos. Belstaff being all over Breaking Dawn Part 2. This Too Short song. Spending invaluable time with my two and four year old nephew and niece. An affordable, bottomless brunch that doubles as a club, DJ and all (win, win, win). Booking a flight home for Christmas. Having the opportunity to meet Grace Coddington, the creative director of American Vogue. Conor Oberst concluding with Waste of Paint at Carnegie Hall. Amazing grace and generosity pouring out of friends, family, and coworkers during a trying time. Thirty-five years of marriage for my inspiring, devoted parents. And finally… divine intervention and the fact that the number of brothers I have has not changed.