Thursday, November 10, 2016

hide and seek

We can't hide anymore.

Let's see how long this video lasts on my page.  If it isn't here when you get here, search for Victoria Beckham - Hide and Seek.

Post five. Nablopomo.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

the end is the beginning is the end is the beginning of the end

I don't know what to do next. I just don't. 

And suddenly, I hate this woman. I hate this woman for all that she represents. The conformity. The apathy. The empty. She is part of the problem. She is the victim and the aggressor. 

Please, wake up. Please. That is our only hope. 

Post four. Day three. Nablopomo.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

President Hillary Clinton's chocolate chip cookies

Baking helps me quell the anxiety. Just breathe. Everything will be alright.

Post three. Day two. Nablopomo.

que sera sera

It's over now. I did what I could do. I voted.

What will be will be. Que sera sera.

Day two. Nablopomo.

Monday, November 7, 2016

but first, coffee.

My mantra. At least, before coffee.

I hesitate to type: Nablopomo. Will I really make it? After all, it's already the 7th. But you see, I really need to think about something other than what tomorrow could bring. The tomorrow. Instead, I need to focus on the now. The here. The tangible, touchable, tidbits of my reality. The things I have control over. The me of things.

This is the beginning of mindfulness.

Or something.

Day one.

Monday, July 25, 2016

Serious Wastrels

In the beginning, there was Broken Saucer. Hi. How are you? I've missed you. What have I been doing lately?

Well, I have a toddler now and now I don't have time for anything that I don't make time for. And I am a victim of the mom guilt that goes right along with all of it. So I don't post to my blog or do a lot of things I'd like to do because I'm too busy folding laundry and doing dishes and making toddler food. Oh, mom guilt. You're mean.

But I'm still here. And I'm still silly. So in my silliness, I started something new.

Serious Wastrels.

I spend a lot of time on Facebook because it's on my phone. I could explain further, but why?  And out of nowhere, Facebook started targeting ads to me from Nordstrom's designer lines.  Suddenly I click on a cute dress and it's $2,500. $2,500!

I laughed and started posting them back to my facebook status. And then they sent me more.  More ads for pretty dresses that cost more than my mortgage. So I started to blog about it.

Mostly pictures. A little of what you could alternately get for the cost of the dress. Like today's post - Cat Lady.  Did you know that you could adopt 25 cats for the price of this dress? I think that's funny. And this really is the closest I'll ever get to one of these dresses. After all, even my wedding dress didn't cost this much. A fact which some of you already know. But love of fashion and all that. It's still fun.

Anyway. If you like dresses, and you like me. If you miss me, I'm over there at Serious Wastrels.
And I miss you too.



Monday, January 11, 2016

black stars are the new black hearts

via giphy

Last night in a desperate effort to soothe the baby's crying, I turned on the star lamb nightlight in her room. She played with the buttons, changing the colors of the stars, green, blue, yellow, green, blue, yellow. And although she cried when I put her down again, she finally fell asleep to a constellation projected on her ceiling. Perhaps she knew the stars were different last night.

We'll miss you. 


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