We have done it, yet again. We made it to Friday. I survived solely on the strength of rosé and gummy vitamins. Two of my favorite shows are coming back this weekend, and I'm more excited than an adult should admit to being about television. But if you haven't seen Catastrophe on Amazon or Outlander on Starz you are MISSING OUT, my friend. I keep threatening Theo that I'll watch them by myself and not wait for him, but we all know I would never do that!
I'm in desperate need for some new springtime kicks. I keep going back and forth between low-top white Converse or something a bit more flashy. And yes, I know all the cool kids wear high-top converse, but my legs are too short for them. Zara has a pair of gold and white sneakers that have been calling to me for weeks now, but I feel like here's a reason I'm subconsciously holding out on buying them. I know getting some classic chucks is probably the right way to go. I just don't wanna look like a dork, you guys. I tread that line already!
If you haven't yet, check out the #janeandme and #bronte200 hashtags on Twitter and Insta celebrating Charlotte Brontë. They're bringing me so much happiness today. The first time I read Jane Eyre in high school I remember weeping over how beautiful the language was and feeling positively bereft when I had finished it. It was the single most passionate thing I had ever read in my 14 years. I wish I had my own copy here with me in New York, but it's been lost to the boxes that I left in my parents' garage in California. If you do take a selfie with your book please tag me so I can see!
I leave you with links for your eyeballs, and, instead of a little ditty, some Brontë for your heart:
"Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal — as we are!"
This is not surprising.
All praise the menstruating hordes of Indiana.
I want to go to there.
Never underestimate a girl.
Germs and infants.
Dressed like your surroundings.
A sweet post on pregnancy.
SO GLAD I quit the gym.
Going to Hortus is my jam, but now I have a hankering for the nail buff.