Dude, it has been SEVEN WEEKS since I had a full weekend off. Now I understand why sometimes we don’t hear from Miss Doxie for months. Being a lawyer certainly can suck.
I can’t believe I worried a few short months ago about being able to fill all the space left by The Boy’s abrupt departure from my life — ha, suckah!
Now, I worry about how I’m going to fit in everything in.
In the end, maybe that’s a good thing, certainly better than the alternative, watching the hours stretch out in front of you like a prison sentence, right?
In any case, being stuck in my apartment for two of the weekends “on call,” I did manage to make some improvements to my living space:
Painted another nook (why can I not commit to an entire wall, only nooks?):
Painted my kitchen (an enlarged, nook, really):
Painted a paint-by-numbers frame that I fell in love with at $70 in another store and denied myself because that’s too damn much to pay for a picture frame and then later found on sale at $28, suh-weet!:
I felt ridiculously like some kind of proud mother, showing off my neighborhood to them, isn’t it the cutest, isn’t that the awesomest, probably it will be president one day and I’ve already started a 529 savings plan for it and don’t you think it has my eyes?
I’m not quite sure where my ridiculous love of my neighborhood comes from, but Neeta and Kevin didn’t seem to mind my motherly adoration, so no harm done.
I also finally caught up on Project Runway this weekend, and, um, am I crazy or was Heidi wearing sparkles on her lids this last episode? I had sworn off sparkly eyeliner, my favorite, because I thought it was passe. Can I resurrect? Please tell me yes!
There’s always space in my life for sparkles.