This week has been draining in every possible way. I’m being very introspective when it comes to my personal life, and simply being extra cognizant of that stuff can take a toll on your emotions. And work has been nuts, yesterday in particular. We have a busy weekend planned but nothing on Friday night, which is a blessing because I need the moment to breathe.
On Sunday, V asked me to get my phone and take a picture – that he art directed. I happily obliged.
My Bella required some major neck surgery this week. The problem: I can’t sew. We made do and she’s hangin on. (I, on the other hand, have been an existential wreck at the prospect of losing my most treasured companion of 40 years.)
Last Thursday I took a Peloton class – my first studio class with Jess King – and had a blast. (It was a Ricky Martin artist series class so it was bound to be fun.) Also, the Gen Z staffer who took the pics that day knew her angles. Bless that social media-forward generation. I’ll actually be back in the studio tonight and am really looking forward to blowing off steam in a healthy way.
Peaches to Apples 