"You’re putting Lush on your blog?  What is this, 2012?"
-Simon
*Seriously though, in love with this makeup remover (like everyone else on the planet.

"You’re putting Lush on your blog?  What is this, 2012?"

-Simon

*Seriously though, in love with this makeup remover (like everyone else on the planet.

A couple of charts about Florida by Sarah L.

Lately I’ve been gravitating towards Florida-related things to include buying a lime green bath mat that features a large hibiscus leaf on it.  But, I’ve still never been to a Waffle House (they s c a r e me) so…

High-res Just had an American client call the office with a few vague questions and his accent sounded foreign to me (?!) and his candor made me feel tense, which it totally shouldn’t have.  Can I undo the Britishization of Sheryn?  Seriously. 
Yesterday I specifically requested that my gravy (??) be poured all over (!!) my roast dinner (??!!!).  And then I enjoyed my Yorkshire pudding! 
But but but, to me this also means that I have capacity to change, so if I just insert myself in settings which will encourage the kind of change I actually want, then good things will follow… right?  That’s comforting to me.  I mean, no version of “me” from even a few years ago would have put gravy all over my plate (only on the mash!  and now look - I’m not even mad there is no mash!).  I should remember that when I think of my goals in life - "I changed my gravy preferences - anything is possible!"
This has been a blog post in which a roast dinner is a metaphor for self-actualization.  Thank you.

Just had an American client call the office with a few vague questions and his accent sounded foreign to me (?!) and his candor made me feel tense, which it totally shouldn’t have.  Can I undo the Britishization of Sheryn?  Seriously. 

Yesterday I specifically requested that my gravy (??) be poured all over (!!) my roast dinner (??!!!).  And then I enjoyed my Yorkshire pudding! 

But but but, to me this also means that I have capacity to change, so if I just insert myself in settings which will encourage the kind of change I actually want, then good things will follow… right?  That’s comforting to me.  I mean, no version of “me” from even a few years ago would have put gravy all over my plate (only on the mash!  and now look - I’m not even mad there is no mash!).  I should remember that when I think of my goals in life - "I changed my gravy preferences - anything is possible!"

This has been a blog post in which a roast dinner is a metaphor for self-actualization.  Thank you.