Don't be deceived by the Good Morning mug, I've been a complete bump on a log the last two days. It's really too blustery-brisk outside to feel any pressure to flit. I've had a cold creeping up on me since Sunday, which I imagine would be at a more disgusting degree had I not been craving oranges for the past couple weeks. Isn't the human body neat, asking for what it needs? Maybe I should listen to this here Earthsuit a little more often.
My boss texted last night saying, "Hey Sarah, why don't you take the rest of the week off..." I get pretty lucky when she's got time off. They really are good to me. Anyway, good timing for a cold if a cold ever had it.
Aside from a host of recoup time, I hand shampoo-ed part of our Alpaca runner rug. You know when you start doing something that seems like a great idea and then you slowly realize it was actually pretty much a terrible idea, so you come up with equally terrible idea after terrible idea to "fix" it. Well, long story short I might just chop that runner into a accent rug. My sweets is back from work in San Antonio and he was far from fazed by the bungle. Bless his heart, as they say in the south. He was just happy to be home... and that my hair is dark again.
Boys are weird and simple and great sometimes.
I used to believe I'd make the gnarliest namer of crayon colors and that asking for a warm chocolate-y brunette tone was everyone-speak for NOT black. Well, box dye or trusted salon girl... my hair takes it DARK.
Que sera sera, I suppose. I'll be welcoming February in the morning. Nuts to you, January!!The first weekend of every month is prime for antique shopping in Kansas City, plus lunch dates with Philly are always such a treat.