Wednesday, November 28, 2012
First, the boots that I wanted that were way too expensive that then went on sale that I ordered that then went out of stock even though I'd already ordered them that then went on sale in a different colour that I ordered again, have actually arrived! And they fit, and they're lovely, and the second colour was nicer than the first anyway, so in the end I totally win. (I'm throwing out a pair of old boots, so don't worry, I'm still at 43.)
Then the miserable wet weather we've been having finally broke. I walked to work this morning through sparkling frost and pale winter sun and felt like it was shining just for me.
Then when I got here, I was handed my first payslip in what feels like forever (unpaid sabbaticals are wonderful in theory, until you have to buy Christmas presents). I think I finally understand how that kid felt when he got a note from Maurice Sendak: I loved that payslip so much I nearly ate it.
Then this afternoon, I have a post up on A Practical Wedding, which is always something of an honour. This week they're discussing the joys of navigating the festive season as a married couple, and Meg herself actually asked me to write something for it (I think she just likes Scottish people, or something?). I may have saved her email in my 'Exciting' folder, but I couldn't possibly confirm. You can read my post here, if you're so inclined.
And THEN, on Saturday, Blonde Bridesmaid is getting married! I think I'm more excited about her wedding than I was about my own at this stage. Back then, I was busy juggling families and solving problems and oscillating between "HOLY SHIT I'M GETTING MARRIED!" and "WHAT IF PEOPLE DON'T LIKE MY CENTREPIECES?!" It turns out that bridesmaids don't need to worry about any of that nonsense. All I need to worry about is how I'm going to fit a pair of thermal long johns under my dress without the bride noticing (forecast is sunny and cold cold cold) and making sure the lovely Lillian and Leonard catch my best side.
If that's the worst I need to worry about this week, then I think I'm doing pretty well.
*Frantically grasps every wooden thing within arm's reach*
So tell me, how's your week going?
Image by David Sims for American Vogue, May 2010