I know, I know… for CRYING out loud Pippa, where the HECK have you been!? Just for the record… there are no guarantees of future consistency being put forth here. Trust me, I wish I could say that I will pop into your inbox each week cheerful as a chipmunk with a motherload of nuts… but the truth is that, I’m really having a hard time being that consistent. Urgh. Whaaaat? Here is the deal… I am going to be dead honest. I lost my mojo for a little while there. Yep. The wind left my sails and the mundane reality of real life crept in. All which was a stark contrast to The hullabaloo that was the holiday season.
Call it ‘Post-Holiday Letdown’, call it ‘Winter Blues’, whatevah. Once that last box of Holiday happiness was stowed away “Life” has been so-so-status quo. Really, it’s just January. In the grand lineup of the calendar year January sucks. Sure, pretty flowers and a few days of above average temps can lighten a mood, but really those are just bandaids and short term happy pills.
Thankfully pink hearts and Valentine’s crafts can fill the late month void and remind us that LOVE really DOES make the world go around and that a dose of spring color can help to lift some of the gray clouds. Well that and a crapload of retail therapy (shhh… don’t tell my husband).
So while I am busy injecting pink (and green) into the overwhelmingly male environs I am surrounded by I remind myself more and more often that there are longer days ahead, warmer weather and sunshine to prepare for, a wee one turning the big 6, spring cleanup and that in approximately 50 days the pool will be open for yet another season of memory making. Heck, in 2 months I may be here bitching about how stinking hot it is and breaking out my annual lament about how our fridge never seems to pump out enough ice.
Until then just note that, as you are reading this, Chris Stapleton and I are ripping out my kitchen backsplash 1 ugly little “50 Shades of Poo” tile at a friggin time. So as long as he keeps crooning, my hands don’t seize up and I manage to not injure myself you can bet your sweet patoot that I’ll be the first one sunning, sipping and toasting myself for having one less project than when the calendar flipped. Which also means that I am fully and graciously accepting all prayers for a smooth mini reno and thanking my lucky stars that I can surround myself with bright beautiful and bold color.