Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Wherein I realize I've never had much style

I get fashion mags in the mail. I really do, and I really read them. But not the fashion parts. Really. I enjoy the book reviews and real-life stories of love and war, bad dates and how to decorate your apartment on a budget.

Fashion? It's something I think about only when I encounter a situation such as:
A) Going on a first date (code red fashion alert)
B) Going on vacation (code yellow)
C) Night out with the girls (code orange, simply because boys may be involved at some point)

So, right now, at this very moment I'm at code orange for the first time in a while. I go out with girlfriends fairly regularly, but the typical "girls night out" usually consists of going shopping and then swinging by the Cheesecake Factory for some incredibly fattening food and a strawberry martini.

What can I say? I'm 32, this is fun for me.

But, alas, I do have younger friends. Some of them are 25 and still very much into the whole let's go out and parrrrrrtaaaaaaaay! And by "parrrrrrrtaaaaaaay" I mean in a very mature way. But there's partying going on nonetheless.

So. This leads me to my latest fashion emergency. One that I've not encountered since I was much younger. One that has me a tad freaked out. ....

What does one wear to go dancing?!

I haven't been to a dance club since college. And I don't even want to tell you how long ago that was. I have no idea where to shop for going-out-dancing attire. My primary wardrobe sources are the Gap and Banana Republic. Something tells me wearing a cardigan and trousers won't fly at a club.

I'm lost. Totally and completely lost. And, to be honest, I'm going to feel a little silly anyway, so what the heck. I guess I may as well take a leap and get all primped. But where to start?

I need help. Lots and lots of help.

Monday, January 25, 2010

It's a miracle ...

Eight months later, and we have a new post. Wow ...

I doubt anyone still has me in their RSS feeds or stops by every so often but if someone is reading this, I am back. More than likely I will be setting up a new blog elsewhere, but when that happens I will share the link here.

Until then, consider this blog officially revived.

Now, where to begin?

Here's a very brief recap of where I've been:

* I'm still enjoying the world of sports. News is my first love, but my move to sports has been a much-needed challenge in my professional life. I am still learning the ropes a year later, but I'm loving it (most days!).

* My father has had some health scares recently, but I think he may finally be on the road to recovery. He has his good days and bad days, of course, however the bad are becoming fewer. I feel for him and it breaks my heart to see my father so fragile, but I still have him in my life — and for that I couldn't be more grateful.

* I've fallen in love ... with being outdoors! I hike whenever humanly possible and road biking has become a part of my life, as well. I've made some wonderful friends who are such motivators, and I truly don't think I could have made it through this past year without them. Hiking been such a release. There's nothing like standing in the middle of the woods without a sound. No cars, no people, no worries. It's magical to me. Cycling has pushed me to take on more than I ever thought I could. Riding is a mental battle, more than physical, for me. And I'm still working on sticking with it even though I may not be as confident as I'd like to be on the roads.

I look forward to writing again. I fear I've regressed a bit, so I need to start reading more and get myself going again in that respect. But I'm definitely back, and I am excited to once again consider myself a blogger!