Good day, Thursday. It's pretty transcendent here in NYC today- 50 degrees and sunny as all get out. I love it.
My brain is a bit drained this week though I'm super stoked at the response I received from my "Girls" post. I plan to write much more about my 20s in the near-future because, well, there's much to say about that era of my life. But today finds me struggling to come up with much of anything to talk about, though I will say this:
I was just sitting here digging through an old bag, when voila- a lip gloss (an expensvie one) I thought I had lost ages ago magically appeared from the bottom of said purse. The feeling that accompanies such a find is the feeling I wish to have every day- a combination of glee, relief, and unmitigated happiness for the little things. That is all. Men, perhaps your equivalent is finding a baseball card from your youth or digging out your lucky sock from the dryer after thinking it was gone forever, reunited with its mate to make that perfect pair. Ain't discovery grand? Especially when you're not even looking...now if only it were this easy to find oneself. Sigh. No digging through the purse for that one, but I wonder if we stop looking so hard our "selves" will unexpectedly appear? Begs the question.
Cause that's what's up this not much to say but happy to have found it kind of Thursday in magical Brooklyn. All the love. XO
PS- the lipgloss is Passionfruit, by Chantecaille. Loves it. Huge splurge but good stuff. Perfect neutral pink/peach loveliness.
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