Hi, Tuesday...I greet you bleary eyed from lack of sleep but still happy to
see you.
following: it's a pretty good idea to have a blog, and to share with the
world the things you love, covet, and would trade your first born for. Why,
you may ask? Not just because you're a rampant narcissist who needs to do
so. I'd say it's because someone in your life who loves you may be reading
one of your random tomes and realize there's a birthday gift idea in there. Case in point- my Burberry trench post. I posted about how perfect a
Burberry trench would be in Paris. And I meant it. My genius husband read
the post and connected the dots, much to my delight. So on my birthday eve
(as he can never really wait to give me a present), I received a large box,
dutifully unwrapped the beautiful paper, undid the bow, and there it was. A
VERY LARGE BURBERRY BOX. Wow. And that's how I got my Burberry trench. Am I a spoiled brat? Probably. But
do I have an amazing husband or what? Yes. Yes I do. I was incredibly
touched that he not only faithfully reads my posts, but was lovely enough to
actually take it one step further and buy me something that was just a
dreamy longing of mine. Sigh. So great. So my thought of the day is start a blog, sisters and brothers. There are
some real benefits to tapping away at that keyboard and sharing your hopes,
dreams, and wants. Maybe someone you love will be avidly reading and decide
you should have one of those things you post about too. And even if they
don't, it's still good to put those things out in the universe- whether your
post are about changing careers, wanting more time to yourself, or shedding
a few pounds to be healthier. Once you say it in print, it becomes real
somehow. (Wasn't there a line in Rocky Horror that said 'don't dream it, be
it?' I'm saying 'don't dream it, write it') And that's what's up this betrenched Tuesday in the MIA. (Ooh and that bag
on Emma Watson doesn't suck either. Ha.) XO