Long time, no chat, my friends! I’ve been having a tough time getting my thoughts down into the blog lately, but tonight I had a surge of #feelings, so I knew it was time to check back in. I wanted to share all the things that have me feeling happy and fortunate and overall just plain good lately. And trust me, there are a LOT of updates, so you’re gonna want to keep reading. 😉 Enjoy! xx
I was 23 years old when I started this blog. Practically a baby, new to this lovely little city of ours, and ready to explore it all. I’m 27 now, and lately, I sorta cringe everytime I describe my blog as one for “young” women new to the city of Philadelphia. Am I still a “young” woman? (My debilitating, all-day hangovers would certainly say I’m not.) But as I’m writing posts while trying to be a good, reliable Philly resource, I sometimes do wonder: are you guys, my readers, growing up with me?
So as you all may know, we Philadelphians got a little bit of snow this weekend. The city was beautiful yesterday, and I spent the majority of my day snuggling in bed in between drinking $5 beer-itas at Black Sheep (247 South 17th Street) and later more delicious margaritas from Amanda at Jet Wine Bar (1525 South Street). It was glorious, I tell ya.
But even before this beautiful Saturday . . . as I parked by car on the street Friday after work . . . I was already dreading it: digging the damn thing back out. I knew (from winters past) if we got any amount of snow, digging my car out for work on Monday would be a straight up struggle. If I’m being honest, I was prepared . . . a few years ago, after using (and literally I am not kidding here) my SWIFFER to clear my car off after a snow storm, I invested in a few necessities like a small shovel and an extended car brush, because, I am 5’2, after all. But that doesn’t mean I wanted to do it.
It’s been a while since my last Having a Moment themed post, so before we embark on this busy holiday week, I wanted to share this little feel good moment of my week.
I am very easily influenced by fashion trends. I frequently become obsessed with a certain trendy style, like crop tops or high waisted bikinis (and overalls, but my search is still on for my perfect pair), even if it’s not “meant” for a body like mine. What I think is different about me is that when the trend is over, and after I’ve fallen in love with how that style looks on my petite, curvy ol’ body, I add it to part of my wardrobe forever. And that’s why I’ve continued the affair with my summer love, the jumpsuit, far into the fall (and beyond).
Growing up, in what I would now consider a small-ish town, I had a really lucky life. Some good years (I peaked in 6th grade), and some bad ones (10th grade comes to mind), but I was still a very outgoing and friendly human being, so I survived. College brought some more happiness (sophomore year) and some ups & downs (senior year), and then graduation, and there I was. And there was this city.