The Weekender // 010

A comedy of errors of a week and some silver linings: jeans that feel like sweats, horsebit loafer boots, and a pewter cup to drool over.

Hi folks! Short letter for you today, though with lots of imagery, so click here to view in browser— this has been a crazy week. The flu ravaged our household on my fiancé’s birthday (this was mildly devastating), right in the middle of a blizzard, which added some interesting layers of complication. We managed to make the most of my own birthday, 2 days later, but this week has been a start and stop of Tamiflu, broth, panicking about whether or not we’d need to cancel our Christmas trip to the UK for which we were supposed to leave this week.

There have been a few very weepy moments, like when I was trying to take the trash out after a long day of work and being an at-home nurse, and I slipped on the ice that froze solid on our steps and fell down two flights of stairs and landed on the ice on my bum. No broken bones, but I shredded my hands, my ass is black & blue, and then I started to cry and had no dignity left. A lot of moments like THAT this week… ready to laugh about it now…