It’s Friday! We made it!
Sometimes I think Friday mornings deserve a spontaneous round of applause, like the kind airplane pilots sometimes receive after transatlantic flights (never on domestic flights I’ve noticed). Not because Friday did anything extraordinary to get here – rather, it took its own sweet time coming – but just because we’re so happy to see it.
If you’re new to Style Girlfriend, welcome! Glad you came. On Fridays, we have a little ritual where I tell you about my week – what I’ve been listening to, doing, thinking about, planning for, and more – and then you tell me about yours. And then everyone claps! (okay, you don’t have to clap. I might, but you don’t have to listen.)
Overcoming the early nightfall slump. Sometimes I feel like such a cliche of a 5-hour energy commercial. But when 3, 4ish rolls around, I’m like, SOMEONE GIVE ME A DIET COKE AND A CUPCAKE – NOW. I’m not even hungry; I just need something to keep me going. I’m convinced it’s the knowledge that in another hour, the sun will have set and the world will be plunged into darkness, and it never fails to make feel like I just want to crawl back into bed and take a nap. Every day. I know it’s coming, though, so I need to figure out a way to just deal. And not by consuming half my weight in sugar.
The illusion of overnight success. It feels a bit like this is what famous people say it’s like. I had a lovely dinner at The Dutch this week, hosted by Esquire and AG Jeans. It still is funny to me that, when a friend asked my plans for the evening, I answered, “Esquire invited me to dinner.” I feel really lucky that the work I’ve put into this site is getting some people to take notice, and I’m excited at the chance to bring Style Girlfriend to an even wider audience. We’ll see what’s in store next!
The XX. Sometimes you just want to be brought down, amirite?
My mother’s chocolate chip cookie bars. We made a batch while I was in Wisconsin this past weekend, and they were as delicious as ever, so I smuggled a few back to New York with me. It’s funny, when I was growing up, I thought she had this amazing recipe that no one else knew about. once I grew up and she started making me help when I wanted them, I realized she just follows the recipe on the back of whatever bag of chocolate chips were on sale that week. The only thing different is that they’re in bar form – which, as she’d already shattered my allusions about her betty homemaker skills – she informed me is because they’re easier than forming cookies. Funny how that kind of thing comes out later in life. I won’t say I’m scarred, but it makes me wonder what else I was off about.
All the love my GQ article got last week. I saw so many retweets, shares on Facebook and reblogs on Tumblr – not to mention the flow of emails from friends and readers alike saying, “Oh man! GQ! That’s awesome!” And y’know what? It totally was. I’m so excited about how the piece turned out, and I can only keep my fingers crossed that just keeping on keeping on will bring more good things.
The weather to turn colder, any….day…now. I stocked up on running tights, and I’m eyeballing my storage unit to grumblingly (is that a word?) take out all my sweaters, coats and warm pants. Am I the only one who swaps out their clothes between the warm and cold seasons? Maybe my closet is just smaller than most. I feel like everyone else just buries their sweaters and pants under shorts and t-shirts, and then flip flops when
Now you tell me!