I went out on in public in gray, leopard thermal pajamas on Wednesday night and I don’t regret it. Now, normally, I am on the train that says, “Toot, toot! Don’t wear pajamas in public.” But when my one of my dearest friends texted me and asked if I wanted to snuggle with her baby while the fireplace roared, I was not about to arrive in my business casual, grown up clothing. I ran home to get my computer (work, friends, work) and also my camera (cutest baby boy, friends, cutest baby boy) and jumped into my jammies (packing my slippers) because it just made sense. Then I added uggs to the ensemble because it was snowing. So my confession is not only did I wear the pajamas, I don’t regret it. I ate up the baby snuggles since he was in his jammies too. Then I drank wine and helped my friend pick out her Christmas Cards and giggled like we were back in college. It was a banner Wednesday. My second confession has to do with the first. I am not supposed to be eating sugar right now for medical reasons. This includes wine. I have been so good with no cheating, not even on my road trip this last weekend, which was really hard. But it was so cozy and delicious at my friend’s house while I was in my jammies as the fire warmed us and the baby slept that I drank a glass and a half. Did you know that is the exact amount to get me slightly tipsy but not sloppy in any way shape or form? It could also be one large glass. I’ve never been a drinker until I lived in SF and went to Napa and tasted really great wine. All this to say, with one glass, I smile a lot. It isn’t outwardly noticeable but internally I think: okay, wow, I am happy. Time to pour the rest of mine into my friend’s glass. I almost kept these earrings for myself. You may think I am joking but this is a real confession.
I confess I am still surprised I am an adult who has to wear fancy clothes to work. Obviously I am in denial because sometimes, I still write things on my hand if it is really important. When I do my hair in the morning, I look in the mirror and think: when the heck did you become a grown up? Also please note, I still call my parents when I need advice and would be lost without my family. My nonna is always making me food and giving it to me. This, however, is because she is an Italian grandmother and not because I can still be a child who writes things on her hand to remember to do them. I mean, they get done? You may know that I was challenged to vlog recently. I always said I would never do one. But then I was challenged and the readers (YOU CRAZY PEOPLE…Sorry for calling you crazy) actually liked it. What is life? #thestruggleisreal I don’t talk about make up here but I am actually really good at, as in I have done two of my friends’ make up for their weddings. There was a request for contouring. I don’t know if I will actually do it, but the fact that I am even considering it is something I really need to get off my chest. I think I am having an identity crisis.