Hello Boot Season

With Fall officially arrived last week, we are starting to experience some of the beautiful weather of the changing season.  I love this time.  It makes me want to roll the windows all the way down and just breathe in the crisp air each morning.  It also begins the cozy Boot & Sweater season. 

Like most girls, I love shoes and purses and jewelry.  But I really love my boots. 

I was up into the wee hours of the morning scouring the web for my next "must have" pair.  Then when I woke up this morning, I counted my boots. 

I have 7 pairs...in the closet. And I'm pretty sure there are 1 or 2 more pairs stashed somewhere.  Do I really need more?  Yes, yes, I do. I live in my boots. 

I love them all: casual, the rain, the dressy, the sexy and the multi-purpose cowgirl boots. 

So yes, clickity-clackity, "press the button to complete your order" - beautiful new boots are on their way.  Boot season is officially underway.

Even my monkeys have multiple pairs of boots. They're essential.  Because I'm the mama and I said so.

Birthday Resolution

I've been contemplating this post for several weeks.  The passing of one year to the next is usually celebrated with cake and ice cream.  This year I found myself pondering.  I've been taking my walk with a glass of port. (Paul on Mad About You) take a drink of port, take a walk, and the answers will come to you

The past year seemed a whirlwind to me and I struggled to make sense of it.  In the end I've decided it wasn't a whirlwind, but rather a hurricane.  And this hurricane had a life and strength of it's own.  There were rolling clouds, torrential rains, fierce winds and inevitably the calm after the storm where you are left to find what is damaged and what has withstood the storm and risen above the rest.

This year was filled with many "firsts" and probably more than a few "lasts." It was also punctuated by some fabulous concerts and a lot of cake baking.

However, I feel weathered by these storms.  I suppose some years you age more than others and it all balances out in the end.  Perhaps once this battle of the never-ending pneumonia ends, I will regain some of my youth.

My resolution for the next year is to try to harness the hurricane.  I can't control what comes at me, but I can control my reaction.  I can board up the windows and hoard supplies in preparation.  If need be I can evacuate (lying on a beach sounds lovely).

Cheers to the fresh beginning of a new year.