Prime on Amazon has all six seasons of Sex in the City. I'm watching it again. Amazing how relevant it still is relationship and fashion wise. I suppose relationships are always relevant. But maybe its the reminder of how to not do things wrong/right that I needed. This last weekend I went to visit my Spanish Princess and came home with two new pairs of shoes and a bag of clothes.
I type now wearing a pair of those shoes. They are black strapped with wedge rope heels. A platform of upper safety.
They make me feel sexy. And tall.
Last night writers group potluck night was at my house. My son and my man were both in attendance and surrounded by woman. It was a good night. Memorial weekend approaches and I have a long weekend off. My Spanish Princess is supposed to be coming to visit but may have to cancel due to a lip disaster.
Fingers crossed. And healed.
I have had a good year of long weekends and small local vacations. Bainbridge Island, Vashon Island and now Vancouver. Life is good. I may be a size larger but have never felt better. Writing is elusive and put off, but life is calling to be lived right now.
Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha beckon. And call.
