I know it seems like I am taking a blog hiatus, but nothing could be further from the truth. Truth be told, I’ve been doing an enormous amount of work behind the scenes for a new and improved blog and business. Let me explain.
First, I am going to B-School! Wahoo!!! For those of you who don’t know what B-School is, it is a business school for creative entrepreneurs led by Marie Forleo. Marie is a gorgeous genius and innovator. For the last several weeks, I had been inundated by commercials and recommendations for Marie’s school on the interwebs and was dying to take the class. The investment was significant, though, and I was having a hard time asking the hubs to make the leap with me. But, one successful woman entrepreneur after another kept stacking up finally culminating with me finding out Hilary Rushford was also a B-School grad. I had barely finished watching her webinar before I ran down the stairs with a crazed look in my eyes and breathlessly proclaimed to my husband that I was going go to B-School. (Luckily, he is used to the crazed look by now.) Class started two weeks ago and I am up to my eyeballs in glorious brainstorming, scheming, and dreaming.
Unfortunately, just days in, my little Lulu got all kinds of sick with bronchial & strep business and after being out of commission for about 8 days straight, she finally made enough of a recovery to head back to school at the end of last week. I don’t need to tell you what it is like to try to accomplish anything other than taking care of a sick kid. There is something hardwired in fever that turns a normally independent and rambunctious child into your new appendage. You want to make yourself coffee? Hope you can manage not to burn yourself while holding a 46 pound fever-ridden sack of weepy kindergartener. You want to write a blog post? Hope you can type with one hand while your laptop balances precariously on the one square inch of couch your kid is not currently inhabiting. (I clearly can’t.) How about go to the bathroom by yourself? Really? Do you even have to ask? Not a chance.
My poor sick lovey was suction cupped to my side for more than a week, which compounded by trying in vain to keep up with my school work, meant zero posts and abysmal social media presence. Let me put it this way… I didn’t post on Instagram for an. entire. week. (I know!) I’m pretty sure Instagram itself felt the significant loss of all my likes. (What? I can’t help it. I follow some pretty amazing photographers.) And, to top it off, when I tried to write a post and my computer inexplicably crashed losing all my work, I dissolved into tears and a string of words unbecoming of a lady flowed forth from my mouth like a mighty flood. (I am the granddaughter of a sailor after all.)
In all seriousness, it wasn’t all bad. We did do our fair share of quiet crafts and painting. And, last Sunday, when we had a break in Lulu’s fever, we decided to take our atrophied muscles out for a gentle walkabout. We ended up at the Conservatory which is where these lovely flowers are from. Sadly, by that night, though, the fever had returned and another doctor’s visit was required. We are, however, officially on the mend and as of today officially on spring break. Over the break, I’m going to do my best to keep my obsessive social media posting to a bare minimum though it will likely still feel like a lot given my recent absolute absence.
As I enter week three of my B-School, I’ve been thinking a lot about the future and I would love to know what you would like to see more of here. More home? Less home? More DIY or less? More fashion? No fashion? More personal stuff? More inspiration? More Nate Berkus? (Just wanted to see if you are still reading.) So, please leave me a comment, because comments are my crack.
Till next time,