The gown is washed, the crinoline and netting is cut out, I washed it on cold and hung it to dry, it's been boxed, sealed and addressed. Clearly, I chose to donate my wedding gown to Angel Gowns. You guys overwhelmingly voted in the comments, on a Twitter poll and on Facebook to donate my… Continue reading Operation Purge: Complete!
The time has come, folks. It's time to decide what to do with my wedding gown. It's yellowed, it's worn on the train, I never had it cleaned and it's over twenty years old. What is the accepted thing one does with ones wedding gown after divorce? When have I ever done whats accepted? So,… Continue reading The Purge Urge
It's the night before Thanksgiving and as is customary in American Households, most of us are beginning the cooking or prepping process for the big food show tomorrow. I'm so fortunate this year, as my sister and her wonderful husband are preparing the entire Turkey Day meal and the rest of us shlums just have… Continue reading The Sweeter Things
"Women are like tea bags, you never know how strong they are until they're in hot water" For the past year, the same song has been on loop in my head. Not the whole song, just the chorus, and not all day, just in the first quiet moments of the morning. The song is Ooh… Continue reading What a difference a Year makes
Anger turned inward becomes depression. I've been a little crabby lately. (See what I did there?) No, really. I'm dealing with some depression and sadness as I round out this last week of the first year of divorce. I'm big on dates. Like, it's not normal. I remember dates like a calendar. For example, yesterday… Continue reading This too shall pass
Change can be scary. Change can be exciting. Change can be....an adventure. Whether it's going on an impromptu Sister Weekend to Galveston during one of the biggest motorcycle rally's of the year, or saying yes to a last minute invitation to drive two hours north with one of your best friends and her two small… Continue reading Saying YES to Adventure
the ability to do nothing really is an art. Many of my friends have small kids, or even babies. I still see myself as the woman who has small children most of the time too. When I envision my life, the life of Wendi, I see my kids at various ages and development, so there… Continue reading The Art of Doing Nothing
I talk a big game, but some days are harder than others. Some days people and places can fly by me and not even cause a ripple. Other days, places, people, memories, dates can really send me into a full-blown pity-party. Today was one of those days. For a number of reasons I shan't go… Continue reading Party of One
Well, would you lookie here....I got a little something in the mail the other day and can't stop looking at it! My brand on a Tumbler! I want to thank my friends over at LC Custom Coatings for their generosity. Because I've liked their page, and follow their blog I was entered into a contest… Continue reading A little something….
The first year of divorced life is legit like living in a bipolar fever dream of mood swings and emotional roller coaster rides. Die hard readers will remember when I wrote in a previous blog that when the writing bug hits me, it goes something like this.... The first sentence of a blog or article… Continue reading Tattoobies & Other Ramblings