With a little luck, by this coming
Friday afternoon, January 31st, and just after 1:46 PM, I will have completed my 63rd trip around the sun and will commence my 64th. And every year, no matter how
glad, sad or mad I might feel when I wake up on my birthday, I
remember that I'm celebrating a privilege not every one I have loved
still gets to experience. That's true every morning, but there's
something about a birthday that makes the thought more poignant.
Along with that thought, there's a sense of urgency to get up and go
do something productive and meaningful. It's a personal New Year and
is always about renewal and fresh starts. Not bad ideas to
celebrate. No matter how many you have under your belt, it sure
beats the alternative. (And the longer you live, the more platitudes
you'll have to use on the day. Collect all you can.)
And once again, just as I wrote it as a
63-year-old, my blog will be about my adventures and misadventures with
personal style. At this age, I should have some pearls of wisdom on
the subject. You'd think so, wouldn't you? But no. I still don't have it
all figured out. Just lots of adamant opinions, some personal
style puzzles and projects, minor and major shopping triumphs and frustrations, and photos documenting all of the above. And you can
surely count on my review of and spoils from at least one designer
collaboration with Target. And shoes. Always shoes.
I hope that all of you who are regular readers enjoyed what I had to say this year.
So, I really just have this one
question today.
Will you still read me, when I'm 64?
(With sincerest apologies to Lennon and McCartney.)
I finally found the navy blue blazer
I've wanted for the last two years! Nice little win.
(Sandals in January? It was 69 degrees
on Sunday.
Today, the high was 31 degrees and
high, cutting winds. Fuzzy Uggs today.)
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I'm celebrating early with the also
Black and Blue and Especially Sassy Patti at
Visible Monday
and with the Lovely in Leather Seeker
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