On Valentine’s Day I baked two dozen cupcakes–chocolate, with chocolate butter cream frosting. My intent was to deliver them to loved ones. I made it to “the home” where I dropped off 7 of the 24 to my grandma and a few friends. Then I received a couple last minute projects that needed immediate {if not sooner} attention. It went downhill from there.

That said, I’ve been eating the remaining cupcakes at a rate of 2-3 a day. Oh, you read it right.  Two to three, people!

On a bright note, the cupcakes are gone. And I like to think they were one step closer to getting out of this self-absorbed funk I’ve been in the last year or so. All in all, a win-win!

Now that we’ve reached the weekend, it’s all the better. So to you, dear friends, I wish nothing but goodness–may the love keep coming and the sweetness, too.

. . . a lovely weekend, to you!

{To Take a Walk in the Rain--click photo for source}

Last night I watched Woody Allen’s Midnight in Paris. In it, the main character, Gil (Own Wilson), tries to persuade his fiance to take a stroll in the rain. She’ll have none of it. Why does every city have to be in the rain? What’s wonderful about getting wet? 

Well, for starters, it’s invigorating–romantic, even. And let’s not forget it’s power over stress. If you’re feeling a tad tightly wound, simply find a good puddle and jump right in. You’ll be amazed at how freeing it feels . . . until, perhaps, you look down at that pair of $600 shoes you just ruined. But other than that, it’s completely fabulous.

So yes, a walk in the rain is wonderful, indeed!

It’s been raining here, you know–though just enough to paint the whole city in grey scale. With nary a puddle, no light reflects. It’s dark and dreary and a nap seems the only option. Luckily, naps are good, too. 

But first, things to do . . . 

Before I leave, however, I wish you days worthy of the memories. May you find time to spend with the masters of art, music, and literature; may you make the most of right where you’re at . . . 

Here’s to you, my friends, and a weekend of everyday magic!

Hey you,

Yesterday, I opened the mailbox to discover a large envelope addressed to me; it arrived via “Girlfriends.” Scurrying back to the house, I imagined all the delight I might find within–kind words, inspiration, anecdotes, maybe maybe even an intrigue or two. Alas, I carefully removed the contents to find a stack of flyers for a women’s conference. Sigh.

Total disappointment.

Still, it was a good reminder that I need to get going on that letter writing bit. One letter a month. If I can’t do that I’m in worse shape than originally feared.

So be on the lookout–you just never know when you might receive a letter from little ol’ me. Sure, it may be less than thrilling in content; you may not even be able to read my handwriting. But you’ll know I took a little time, to write specifically to you.

And if I haven’t your address (but you’d rather not be left out), feel free to send it along.

Until then . . .

xoxo,

PS–Happy weekend!