Last year, I had a great time at Cadillac’s Road to Table event. This year I attended Road to Runway as a guest of Cadillac and experienced the final night of Fashion X Dallas – a spectacular night of runway shows featuring local DFW designers as well as emerging designers from all over the world. I grabbed my fashion-obsessed sister as my plus one and we headed out. On the way to Fashion Industry Gallery, I test drove the new Cadillac CT6. I don’t know how they managed to fit 34 speakers into that car but the surround sound system was awesome. The rear camera mirror took some time to get used to but my favorite interior feature was the wireless phone charger. I’m always losing chargers. Or getting them all tangled up or not plugging it in properly!
This is what happened when I stopped working out, started working from home and didn’t blog for months (I’m pretending you noticed).
I lost my damn mind.
And I gained twenty pounds.
And there are piles of laundry that my loved ones rummage through trying to find clean clothes.
I need a creative outlet for all of this crazy or it starts to seep out into other areas of my life. Everything else gets chaotic and I’d rather channel it productively and keep it somewhat contained.
I still don’t know anything about analytics or coding. I’ve let myself get distracted by attempting to delve into these subjects and frustrated myself to no end. I’ve compared my blog to others and spent nights analyzing color palettes. I got so involved in what I should be doing and what others were doing and what I definitely should not be doing that I lost the real reason I started blogging in the first place.
I got my first paycheck in five years.
After my first day at work, I came home in a great mood.
How was it? Rambo asked
It was great, I replied. I peed like, 4 times and no one cried. And they had coffee. Free coffee! I got a badge thing that I beep against the keypad and it unlocks the door. I felt like an agent working at the Men in Black headquarters.
Rambo shook his head and stopped listening but I was on a roll. I had conversations with adults and we didn’t have to sprint off mid sentence to go catch a child. I ate lunch that didn’t require half an hour of clean up afterward.
Oh, and I got to sit in traffic for 45 minutes on the way there AND on the way back. That’s an hour and a half of just me and 90’s R&B. I sang my heart out. What I didn’t tell him was that the best part of my day was when I got home and the kids were so happy to see me. I felt freakin’ appreciated.
Last week I attended an event called Yoga Flow & Glow. It was a glow in the dark yoga class suitable for all fitness levels. I had to check it out.
The event was organized by Mind & Body Complete to raise funds for a non-profit ladies retreat center and was kindly hosted by CrossFit Remedy. Once I had checked in, I made my way towards the table full of glow in the dark items.
The organizers had thought of everything. Along with glow in the dark wrist bands, head bands, glasses, paint and paint brushes, they also supplied us with yoga mats, towels and bottles of water. There was a buzz in the air as everyone excitedly painted dots and stripes onto their bodies and posed for pictures. There was a steady stream of both men and women filing in and filling out their names on small forms for the raffle drawing later.
Join me for a frappé and some things I’ve come across this week.
Favorite purchase: Thanks to the American Express Pre-Sale, I scored tickets to the Formation concert. Practicing dance moves already.
News I was confused about: So the 8th book is not a novel but a script of a play in the form of a book? Can someone explain this to me?
What I’m listening to: This has been out for a while but I’ve been in denial. I’m finally ready to admit that I’m a Belieber. And it’s really fun to embarrass my four-year-old by busting these moves.
Favorite quote on life, given that New York Fashion week has begun: “You see me, I wanted to be a fashion designer. I became a fashion designer. So I think that everything is possible.” – Jean Paul Gaultier