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My mind, this moment, feels a bit schizophrenic, so you will have to forgive me if I jump from place to place seemingly without reason or connection. My mom just gave my husband and I my childhood piano and my husband is like a fish to water. Incessant banging and songwriting ensues. To me, over the years, as I have learned to kind of block it out, it starts to sound like some strange background noise that just leaves me feeling confused.



As this music-making was happening last night [trying to make some connections here!], I sat down and finally started writing my second book. Very exciting for me. The first book was more of a learning experience... painful, long, arduous, and I was left wanting to leave the book behind, maybe to return to it years from now with a fresh perspective, if ever. This time though, I feel like a woman with a road map. And I am excited.



I woke up today wanting to dress like a writer. [I'm not even sure what that means, but I think it had something to do with black leggings.] However, I have been really struggling with not wanting to USE UP all of my GOOD OUTFITS. So, I ended up with something already done, but new to this small time frame, and was left feeling uninspired. I have decided that from here on out I will not be saving any outfits. If, in a few weeks, I start to run out of obvious choices, even exciting obvious choices, I will just have to become more creative.



I am wearing red Rocket Dog leather ankle booties, grey H&M jeans gifted to me by a friend, a vintage sheer black with white stripes boatneck top, David Yurman chain bracelet, Forever21 silver cuff and hoop earrings.

And, oddly in keeping with Gin's blueberry theme, I spent lengthy minutes gazing at these "blueberries" in our backyard while we were taking these photos. Not sure what they are really called, but blueberries in my mind.



XOHil