I think that I subconsciously wore black today to mourn the loss of our perfect weekend. I got to meet, see and drink wine with my absolute favorite musical duo in the entire world, Over the Rhine. It was surreal. I can't even explain it. And the best part? I wasn't awkward. Normally I freeze up and say something embarrassing when I meet new people but I didn't. Even my husband said that I wasn't awkward. This is a milestone here, people. And although it was probably just another concert for them, I'll never forget that Saturday night.
So my husband found another great location outside of the library. We found these fabulous stone steps with grass growing up through them (I love when that happens). Every few steps there are little mosaic tiles that create scenes out of children's stories. How had we not seen this before? I kind of feel like I'm somewhere other than south Texas. It feels a little European, no?
I have such a love-hate relationship with this skirt. Definitely more love than hate. It was a christmas gift two years ago from my husband. He knew that I wanted it very much but it was like a million dollars (as most things j.crew are). It went on sale but I never bothered to purchase it because we needed to spend money on gifts for others and not for myself. (Sadly I fight this temptation every year). But on Christmas morning I open up a package and there it is -- the little mustard pencil skirt I had been wanting. Isn't that sweet? I only hate it because it wrinkles so much. Sorry for the post-work cubicle-inducing wrinkles, they are inevitable.
Thank you guys for all of the sweet words you sent me over the weekend. My dad is doing much better -- he is on a new medicene and the doctors are hopeful that this one will work. Fingers crossed.
