[Nightcap jacket + Rebecca Taylor shorts + vintage squash blossom necklace + Sam Edelman booties.]
Oooff! Sorry dudes…
I can be a real downer when the mood calls for it. I scared you out of commenting! But if you’d had as much trouble sleeping as I have the last week—on top of making some big job decisions—you’d understand why I sort of got lost dans le metro for a bit. [Peep this old post w/ beautiful song for reference.]
For a couple of weeks now, my body wakes me up with a start at 4:45 am, and I lay there for an hour worrying over everything my brain can conjure up until 5:45, when Eli starts his harassment routine. I almost weep to the ceiling fan, begging him to stop meowing outside the door. As soon as that stops, an hour later, the upstairs neighbor starts to thump really, really loud bass to pump himself up for the workday. Earplugs don’t filter this out. And it’s right above my head. When he’s out the door, my alarm goes off. At that point, my heart is thumping in my chest—I even got prescribed a beta blocker to help with this phenomenon. My ticker refuses to comply.
Starting the day with that level of anxiety makes the mere act of getting by and making decisions astronomical. So, apologies! We can talk about something more exciting today. Like poop, and rainbows.
Lizzie calls this my Elvira jacket! It’s pretty intense. I hope to be squeezing flabby, oversized grandma arms into this when I’m 80; it’s one of those garments you wish you never had to take off. I liked softening it up with the booties; I would have opted for a simple, caramel silk camisole, had I bought the one I obsessed over before it sold out last week.
I wore this to a completely phenomenal dinner out at Tastebuds with Lizzie; she’s so good at taking me around to places in Richmond I’d never know about and getting my mind off of things.
Like the groovy art show where we spotted this, which I will allow you to caption at will:
[“This rainbow looks like a nice place to poop!”]
Another week down. Almost. I join the world of the workforce again next week, and I’m as excited and relieved as I am anxious. Until then, pray to the sleep gods for me. Or better yet: one grey domestic house cat for rent. Has impressive vocal range; large, pincer-like whiskers; smells incredible, and eliminates need for alarm clock.
-Carey
“Fat-bottom girls, you make the rockin’ world go ’round!” I know how you love a good Queen song reference from me. 🙂 Miss you, boo! I think I’m going to be down for a weekend in October…
‘wherever you go there you are’ – jon kabat-zinn
this book has helped immensely through those bad and sleepless anxieties
…and good poems and lots of walks in some greenery
love that song, thanks
You look adorable as usual! I want to steal that necklace. Good luck getting some shut-eye!
http://www.thoreausdaughter.com/
“As I walk you to the dance floor
We begin to dance slow
Put your arms around me
I’m feelin’ on your booty”
As a loyal reader who frequently lurks from over here in Londontown, thought it was high time I said howdy and toss some kudos out to you guys. Carey– I totally heart your wickedly dry sense of humor and ability to speak your mind frankly without giving a damn. You’d fit in so well over here if your future moves ever take you and Rob across the Atlantic.
Second, your “downer” post was anything but! Sometimes it’s kinda nice to be reminded there are others out there waking in a blind sweat from time to time by the curveballs you weren’t expecting or those damn mental post-its. For what it’s worth, been that kind of week here too.
Good luck with the new gig!
sleepless mornings blow.
Just start bumping Etta or Otis before that upstairs prick has opened an eyelid… he may think twice next time.
sleep is essential my dear, really, we both know that. Decisions (hard ones at that) absolutely can’t be made without a rested head and de-puffed eyes.
Thinking of you a lot, glad you made it safe and sound-ish, sane-ish through the storms… though seems many more are a brewing in your world.
You make man people’s worlds go round… you’re all good LOVE!
I may have to email you soon… seems I got a relocation offer and my nights are full of sleepless anxiety as well.
Lots of love to you, beauty beauty beautiful woman.
x
Amy
I loved that post – reminded me that I’m not the only one going through some s**t right now. Comfort in numbers right? As my mom always says, “this too shall pass,” and it always does. XOXO darlin’!! Here’s hoping we both get some sleep tonight.
Hmm…. whole new meaning for ” taste the rainbow”
Love your look and I almost bought those exact boots the other day! Very funny painting.
Have a wonderful week!
XX
Valerie
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