These updates-on-my-life posts aren’t really my jam. But it’s been awhile since I’ve been around, so maybe not a bad idea, yeah?
-I’m bald. If you missed that, you’re even worse at this blog stuff than I am. I was asked to write about my baldness-feelings over here (which, I’ll be honest, felt a little self-absorbed considering the whole thing was to raise money and support folks and solidarity and things. Not to get a fancy hairdo. But! If talking about how weird it feels to be bald starts discussions about cancer and supporting folks and solidarity, then it all works out in the end, yeah?) Maddie also shared her feelings (beautiful), and also some really gut-punching photos of the before/during/after. As a result of partnering with APW and Pantene Beautiful Lengths, we more than doubled my original goal AND someone sent me a screen grab of Twitter listing the shave event as “trending.” AMAZING.
-Sara of Girls Can Tell is opening a shop on East Passyunk! If you’re in the Philly area, be sure to swing by Occasionette on April 13th for the opening party (with a photobooth and nibbles and beer). If you can’t come out then, stop by some other time! I’m hanging out at Ocassionette a few days a week.
-Little J has learned, “Thank you” and (like his mother) is a bit of an over-user. “Tank you, Mommy,” when I make him dinner, when I change his diaper, when I help him in the front door. It is amazing. Totally worth all that labor and stuff. Sort of.
-It’s spring! And then it’s not. And then it is again. Today, it’s not, so we’re making cocoa and wearing mittens. Yesterday we were eating deviled Easter eggs on the front stoop. Trying to roll with the punches over here.
-Josh’s birthday is coming up and I need to figure out something, stat. We had planned to try out this whiskey bar, but they’re already booked up (I guess everyone in the city is celebrating that Josh is getting old?). I need to get a good-birthday-gift brainstorm session going.
-Every once in awhile, we need to band together, focus our efforts, and work really hard to keep our heads above water. We’ve hit one of those waves recently, and while we’re still (mostly) bobbing around, there’s been a little bit of sputtering for air. Leaves little time for things like blogging (sorry), but such is adulthood, yeah? I mean, how boring is it to be punctual with rent every month? Where’s the adventure in that?