Here’s Linda Evangelista from the December 2012 issue of Allure, as timeless as ever at age 47! She’s been one of my favorites ever since the beginning. Her infamous $10,000 comment was beyond.
I almost forgot that she dated COOP, Agent Cooper (Kyle Maclachlan) in the 90′s!
So in less than four months, I’ll be 39 years old. How on earth did this happen!!??
Let me count the ways in ways that count?
Colette is lying next to me, snoring, as I compose this from my phone with the brightness turned all the way down. (I started reflecting on this post late Wednesday).
When I can’t sleep, which is often, I’m reading things. Something that I’ll share with you about motherhood is that it’s really hard to trust your pediatrician. When this is your first (and most likely only) child, you don’t have any experience other than your instinct with which to turn. It’s like normal medicine in that way, only you are much more overprotective of your kidling than you are even of yourself. It’s like a piece of your heart is outside of your body and that you have to protect it as best as you can.
No one has been feeling well in this household for a bit and it’s tough because she’s had the croup a few times. This current cough has lasted on and off for over three weeks in its latest incarnation. I don’t want her to see the same doctor only to brush off my concerns. It’s time for a second opinion and I hope that there will be satisfactory and conclusive answers.
We woke up on Thursday at 7am and if you suspect that I’m not a morning person, you might be right. It’s hard to take pics of Coco sometimes, since she’s a whirling dervish, non-stop motion.
For a totally random “awwww” moment, here’s a disabled fish that someone made a “wheelchair” for. Poor little guy/girl.
This is my last month at my beloved Crunch gym and I made it to a Pilates class on Wednesday that literally kicked my behind. Soreness and seeing this undated pic of PJ Harvey really gets my motivation going. Sometimes my best fitness levels are attained without a gym.
I’m excited to move again and I’m being both sarcastic yet hopeful when I say that. It’s been fun to get rid of some things that are no longer needed.
My work outfit consists of jeans, rubber bottom soled shoes (usually my pleather boots, Adidas, Converse), and a cardigan underneath my Dickies-like work shirt. I’m wearing that Kimchi Blue thrift score from the other day and sometimes I get away with my Chevron/Twin Peaks favorite scarf.
My hair is brownish-pink and I worry that it will morph to be too red. I’m not a red girl in the slightest and don’t wear it well, unlike some people. It’s time for a visit with my stylist, Nicole. That’s the thing about style, it’s all about evolution and I’ve got to figure out a balance between a shade that’s alternative but yet is also conservative enough for me to remain employed.
Oh and I’m so tired as I slept 3 hours total last night and let’s not talk about it.
Have a great weekend,