This is where I started with the Outlander Cosplay, and here’s the first iteration of the costume. I had the main elements, but it was missing accessories.
Have you been reading much? Or have my book posts been annoying because you’re not in the mood lately? Whatever the case, before you go any further, request this title from your library.
Such A Fun Age was so excellent that I read it in a day, a feat that probably last occurred in 6th grade. It’s not that it was super short or light reading, it was just so good I couldn’t put it down.
I turned 40 earlier this week. It doesn’t feel different from 39.
Our entire family went together to a local park and did a hike, then we went out for ice cream. The hike was dreamy both because we were all there and because the weather and scenery were beautiful.
I had this idea in my head that I was going to write a thoughtful, reflective, and timely post about turning 40, but instead I spent the days leading up to my birthday feeling alternately ambivalent and depressed.
I have always been a bit of a late bloomer. My stinky attitude would have me believe all the ladies I see who seem to be wiser, more confident, and more balanced than I am are just good fakers.
Maybe they really ARE wiser, more confident, and have the secret to life balance, and perhaps they are further along the journey than I am despite the fact that I’m older.
I used to feel pretty isolated in our neighborhood. It’s not that anyone was openly unfriendly, we just didn’t talk to each other very much.
We aren’t the type of neighborhood that has block parties and drinks beer together while we listen to good music, shouting at our kids and our dogs, and contemplating the trajectory of the universe as the sun goes down.
We prefer to do those activities separately.
Remember the post about vests and my inspiration photo? I had already drafted my own pattern for a quilted vest in my size inspired by a screen grab I took from a historical drama. “All” that remained was cutting and sewing up the final version.
