Looks. Sara’s Closet.

This is going to be quiiiiiick, but I’m sure I’ll have more to say throughout the weekend.

Today, I want to dedicate my post to Sara Daly. She’s one of my besssssstesties who recently moved to Baltimore to explore, live, work, & play. She took quite a risk (landed an UH-mazing job!), and I’m super happy for her. Lucky me, this beauty is home this weekend. Eeeeeeeeeeee!!!

Corey & Sara.  (Neither really know I’m posting about them, so I fig it’s safest to go with the guest-of-honor’s Facebook pic…)

(Srsssly need to fig out another way to take non-mirror pics.)

Really, only good thing for moi about Sara moving … baby-girl threw-out half her closet. (That’s a LOT of clothes. Perhaps I shall catalog one of these days…) If any of you know Ms. Daly like I, you know this girls’ got some style & some class. While dressing for cas Friday this morning, I slowly realized that my upper half donned many of those duds that were displaced from Sar’s closet. …Take a look. (Now, knowing Sarbear’s personal style, don’t think she’d ever pair these 3 together. But it sure is fun wearing her clothes! Also … don’t think she really meant for me to end up with these earrings. Mix-up has to do w NYE, and it is a loooooong story. But I have a feeling these are going to end up in the backseat back to B-more. Had to get ’em in one last time!)

Watch for more posts about this weekend & FUN. times w Sar. (Great band. Sar introduced us. Well, not totes true. But for the most part.)

On Emerging Adulthood: "Helplessness Blues"

I was raised up believing I was somehow unique
Like a snowflake distinct among snowflakes, unique in each way you can see
And now after some thinking, I’d say I’d rather be
A functioning cog in some great machinery serving something beyond me

But I don’t, I don’t know what that will be
I’ll get back to you someday soon you will see

What’s my name, what’s my station, oh, just tell me what I should do […] –Helplessness Blues, Fleet Foxes

The first time I heard this song was on East Ave, while waiting to turn into Wegmans. It was sunny out. And I struggled to find the worn-down nubbin of a pencil I keep beneath my dashboard exactly for moments like this. When I need to know, need to hear again, that song. (Clearly, didn’t yet have my iPhone or I’d’a Shazam’ed that ish.)
You see. My life hasn’t gone “as planned.”
I’ll get back to you, someday, and we’ll see.
♥ .