My take on the year that was

Good Monday morning, my friends. It's been a minute since I've written. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday, albeit a weird one. As someone who has lived 50 years on this planet, it's true that certain years are better than others. This one was not great and I'm really looking forward to a fresh start in 2021. 

A few housekeeping notes as the year ends...

I'm committing to exploring some new ventures next year. I've been writing steadily for a while now and I'm ready to stretch and flex a bit. If I'm using my intuition, it's going to be something clothing related- a design, a pop-up, something of that sort.  I'm ready for a new challenge and most of all, I'm ready to do something that feels 100 percent like me. Because 2021is all about being true to myself, and only doing things that feel aligned with my point-of-view, desires, and DNA. 

I know we've all had a ton of time to think about ourselves lately. Being a shut-in is good for that. And for me, I've learned that at this stage in the game, I want to be more discerning about life in general. If this year has taught us anything, it's about what matters most to us. That looks different for each and every one of us. My picture is all about finally embracing my entrepreneurial spirit and going for something one hundred percent myself. I am so grateful for the incredible work I've done in 2020, and cheers to further development of my unique offer in 2021. I feel like everything I've done in my career from trends to production to writing has landed me here.

And speaking of writing, I'm never going to stop doing that. Writing is a part of me, but I have many parts of me that are itching to come alive as well. Let's see where I land but this blog will continue to live as long as I feel like putting it out- I do love sharing with all of you and can't see that stopping any time soon. I realize the frequency is not ideal, but I like this blog to be a non-stressful place for me to connect. It's not necessarily meant to be a daily "job". But I'll keep going as long as you want to keep reading. And if there's anything you'd like me to cover, do let me know.

Next, I miss you. All of you. I realize how important the relationships in my life are- and how much I am looking forward to in-person connections when this horrible plague is in the rearview mirror. I miss dinners. Drinks. Dinner and drinks. Connecting in hallways, stairways, and just about anywhere. I'm sure you all feel the same way. It's true I absolutely am a homebody and need my space, but man- I can't wait to kick my social life and family time back into regular gear. It's enough already. This is all a revelation as I previously considered myself a bit of a misanthrope. Turns out I like people. Weird.

I've also noticed the importance of rituals as we all spend all of our time at home.  Somehow, there's an unpredictability to the mundane that can be anxiety-producing. What will the day bring? What fires need to be put out? What will Cuomo say in his 11 am preso? Because of all the unknowns and instability, I find comfort in certain routines. For instance, I love setting up my home for the day. From opening the curtains to let the sunshine in to turning on the lights in the living room to flipping the switch on the Christmas tree (needed this year), I'm loving how the day comes alive and also how I wind down in the evening. I've also been super diligent with all of my self-care rituals. I'm digging skincare and makeup to help set a course for some version of normalcy. Oh, and my favorite new ritual is my Nespresso machine. The whole experience is top-notch and I'm obsessed with it. That gentle whirring. It's the most.

From a style perspective (no maven post would be complete without one), I've cut my hair short again and am embracing more of a tomboy moment these days. I did succumb to a matching sweatsuit and have not worn it once. I have however switched out my obsession with dresses for jumpsuits. I'm no longer a nap dress kid. I'm all about that pants and jumpsuit life, but I for one am looking forward to embracing a more colorful perspective come Spring. I'm going to invest in some non-black or navy clothing to amp up my mood and go for something bright. Cobalt blue is particularly top of mind, as are hot pinks, purples, and greens.

As for pop culture consumption, I continue to be obsessed with Harry Styles. His appeal to women of a certain age is not lost on me. I just love that guy. Because he's the guy at overnight camp who played guitar and dug Baudelaire and put your stomach in knots but not in a truly hormonal way. There's something very safe about his sexiness, and I like it. On the other side of the sexy spectrum is Miley Cyrus. She's killing it. From gorgeous cover songs to rock and roll style to that blonde mullet. I just love her of late. And of course, I watched a ton of television. All the usual suspects. My fav of the year was probably the bawdy period series "The Great". But I also loved "The Queen's Gambit", the hilarious second season of "Pen 15" and of course, "The Morning Show". I'm sure there are more I'm missing but those stand out for me. Ooh, and of course, "The Crown". Omg. I so love that show. As for "The Undoing"? Meh. I'm scared of Nicole's face, though big kudos for Jen Aniston, whose performance in "The Morning Show" is stellar and she's owning her age in the best of ways. Well played.

And this year was also all about taking long weekend drives. We've schlepped all over the place to escape the city and have so loved getting in the car with the dog to explore all the riches nearby. From going upstate to checking out Greenwich to finding hidden jewels here and there, I am immensely grateful to have a car.  But truth be told, no matter where I go, it's simply New York or nowhere, baby. With so many abandoning ship, I love this city more than I ever have.  Big up to my Carroll Gardens neighborhood for providing a deep source of comfort during this very strange time. Though I did think about spending the summer and beyond at the Jersey Shore, I'm not ready to leave New York and I'm thrilled and honored to contribute to its resurgence. I feel a sense of duty to give back to a city that has given me so very much.

As for food, we've all been cooking a lot more, though the past few months have seen me patronizing local restaurants much more often. In terms of what I've been making, I'd say cauliflower rice is my go-to of all go-tos. It's super easy to create custom dishes with cauli rice as a base, and I've done it with everything from arrabbiata sauce to "fried rice" by adding an egg and some veggies and soy sauce to adding frozen cauliflower rice to my smoothies and using it like ice for a bit of a veggie boost.  I also find myself more drawn to vegetarianism again. And though I gained weight in the first six months of the quarantine, I've now lost it and feeling back in my groove. 

And no post on this year would be complete without mentioning the home gym sitch. I don't have a Peleton and don't plan on getting one as my second bedroom is now my closet and there's no room for it. I have loved the innovation of workout studios around the country and around the world in terms of providing an incredible array of options for any taste and fitness level. I'm still doing Pure Barre, am obsessed with The Salt Drop, and go in and out of Taryn Toomey's The Class (it can be a bit woo woo but it's a great workout). I've also found yoga to be immensely helpful, particularly during the nail-biting days leading up to the election and the days following. I'm grateful to Prema Yoga, my local studio, for bringing online classes to life, as well as Bulldog Yoga out of Villanova, PA for their fun and music-fueled workouts. I also dig Y7's online offer, because I can't handle their in-person classes (hot yoga is not my bag) but love their vibe and choice of songs. 

So that's a wrap on the year that was. It's hard for me to admit I fared so much better than others. With so much suffering and sadness out there, it's hard to not feel that collective sense of tragedy. I'll never forget the feeling I had early on in the pandemic when my next-door neighbors lost their daughter to the virus. Or the fear I felt when my mother got it. Or the freezer trucks parked outside of my neighborhood funeral home. Or the sickness in my stomach over George Floyd and so many senseless killings. This was one fucked up year, and it will take time to heal from all of this darkness and fear.  I just wanted to give my take on how I handled life during COVID and how I am so looking forward to turning the page on the pandemic. Look for me at the disco, darlings. I'll be there in a silky, jewel-toned something or other. And if you need a bit of a pick-me-up may I suggest a Soul Train line dance rabbit hole courtesy of YouTube? Delicious.

And that's what's up these last few days of a crazy, paper-thin fragile kind of year kind of Tuesday in my beloved Brooklyn. Happy new year and let's hope for health, happiness, and some version of normalcy. Yours, in home is where the heart (and apparently everything else) is. Bye, Felicia. XO