I haven’t written one of these posts in a while. Part of the reason is that while I can easily think of things to write about tinder or tiling, the arc of my personal grief is a lot more persnickety. If this post could have a thesis, it would be this: I thought I would feel a lot less shitty by now. Some days I really am fine. The day will come and go without any major drama. I’ll go to…
When I was in the height of my artistic days, people would often look at whatever piece I was working on and exclaim. “Wow! I can’t even draw a straight line!” “I can’t either,” I would answer them. Remember this – it’s important later. Part of the reason I bought my house is because it has really good bones. It’s been well maintained with a nice layout, and I thought I could do a lot of “little” things to improve…
The only official goal I made for myself this year was to learn to walk in heels like a bad ass. Now I know we’re only halfway through February, but I’m doing exceptionally well with this. I’ve conquered the 2″ work heel, and have future plans to move on to the “Why yes, I will have another glass of Prosecco” heel in the near future. I know, I know… I’m a hero to my generation. That was the only official goal, but…
When I started packing up my apartment two weeks ago it felt like waking up from a coma. As I wrapped a picture frame in newspaper, I stared at the empty box below me. I realized that I had absolutely no memory of packing up to move from my old house to the apartment. I knew that my friend and her mother had helped me, and that they had patiently wrapped so many mason jars and glasses in newsprint. I knew…
My name is Lauren and I can’t word today. Tomorrow isn’t looking good either, so let’s look at pictures of Simon. As I may have mentioned, Simon and I will be returning to the hunter ring for (at least) the first show of the year…which is in about three weeks. I doubt this move will shock the equestrian world, since it’s not like we were exactly campaigning for Rio, but right now I am enjoying work on polish and relaxation….
I met Crystal before I was of legal drinking age. I had just moved Elvis to my first hunter/jumper barn my freshman year of college, and around the same time Crystal started her first lease on a sensitive little Thoroughbred mare named Cookie. Even though she had almost ten years on me and I was just an ignorant college kid, we became fast friends. We had horses and humor in common, and dived into both subjects fully. If you told us…
I have a lot of fires going right now, and had several minor panic attacks about them all yesterday. So naturally, the best decision this morning is to sit here at work and write a quick post about lead changes. Because we all know how much I adore lead changes. Now Simon has some physical characteristics that I knew have historically made changes hard for him. We’ve got the bum right hock, wonky stifles and a weak hind end. He’s…
I always have a lot of words in my head. Sometimes they’re my own. When I decide that I’m going to write a blog post, especially something that tackles a broader, I’ll think about constructing the words days before in my head. Usually I’ll mentally picture an opening or closing line or phrase, and then muddle through the rest of the words in intangible flash phrases. These words are still unruly and wild when they gallop around my mind, but…