When the bottom falls out of your life and you’re faced with something terrifying and unknown, you can do two things: drown yourself in ice cream or wear a new dress.
I’m not saying the ice cream isn’t happening (for me, it’s frosting out of a can. Hey, I never said it was a good idea). But if there’s such a thing as needing to wear a new dress, this is it.
My boyfriend of almost nine years moved out this week. My life has become unrecognizable. Everything I thought was a given is gone, and I am facing a life alone now.
Ok, that’s overly dramatic and not entirely true. I have wonderful friends and family. But when pretty much the only serious relationship of your life ends, you find yourself wandering.
I almost decided not to post this at all. But I have promised to be honest with you, my most appreciated readers. And to pretend that I’m happy and peppy and all into my outfits would be a lie. The last thing I want is to lie to you, because you all have brought more joy and fun to my life than I can say.
I make a goal to post at least four times a week, and I hope you’ll understand that I’ve taken that pressure off myself for the time being. If I feel up to it, I may post my outfits, but right now I just need a moment, and then I’ll be back. Promise.