P.S. You’re RAD.
Just for kicks, I thought I’d wake up and torture myself this morning with an interview. Yup. That’s right. I thought I’d interview myself.
Who’s a weird-o now? Don’t answer that. It wasn’t a real question.
I surf unimportant things on the net. Next, I waste an hour or two on buzzfeed quizzes trying to discover what kind of pizza I am. Priorities, people. Then and only then, do I get to overthinking about what I’m going to write.
I’m a mush ball of exhaustion. What can I say? I’m f’n ancient. I catch up on movies or an entire TV series. THIS IS US is amazing <– Also, I’m in love with Jack. The Bridge. LOVED it (even though I thought I would hate it, because it has subtitles.) Netflix is my homey. My faves are The Last Kingdom, Frankie and Grace, The Fall, Doctor Foster and I’m catching up on all Greys Anatomy seasons since the beginning of time.
I love silence. If anyone is breathing nearby, I ask them to stop. Because it’s distracting.
In my iPhone NOTES folder. Sounds like a great plan, right? Wrong. I have about 3843-924738940737 notes annnnnd all of them are in iCloud. The cloud? The cloud?!!!????? No one understands the cloud. I know it’s way up there somewhere, but I can’t quite get my arms around it.
I re-read my notes. Again. And again. I come to the conclusion that either a lunatic has been getting into my notes or I need to lay off the Wild Turkey.
It’s at this point that someone gets an overactive bladder. Not mentioning any names.
In bed(!?) Does that seem like a professional answer? Because it’s the real one.
When I write, I never know what is going to come out of my mouth. No one is more surprised by this useless fact than me. Sometimes nothing comes out and I end up doing laundry instead. The struggle is real. I’d consider burning the house down if it meant that I didn’t have to fold the laundry.
Organizing the photos. I have about 59 gazillion photos in my photos library. Scrolling through my photos, my mind drifts to….WTF is this photo?! It is uhhhhgaleeee. Who cares. It’s in focus. Want to know how I edit them all? I’ll teach you how to pop those photos out like a chip in a tube of Pringles.
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More often than not, I use my iPhone. You know what they say… the best camera is the one that you have on you. Hmmmmphf. True dat.
SHOP MY EQUIPMENT:
Should I be a little less truthful? Is this like putting lipstick on a pig? Don’t.answer.that.one.either. This is an official interview. Questions and answers happen at the end. hahahahahaa.
Bali jewelry. I love the story behind the jewelry. Bali has a beautiful story to tell and I love the feel of wearing it. You can shop the jewelry here on the blog.
Wait. There’s more.
I wear Roots clothing every.single.day (I’m Canadian eh, and it feels amazingly Canadian) annnnnnd Ugg boots <– INSIDE the house…. for 365 days a year. Who knew? Is this confirming my weirdo status? Ugghhhh. Excuse the pun.
Aren’t you totally excited that I’m not a fashion blogger? Oh hells yeah.
Slow down go go gadget. Do you really want to know all my secrets? Vitamins. The older I get the bigger the handful of vitamins gets. I’m like a badass senior citizen. My fave vitamin? Vitamin W.
I love wine. Not in a wine way. In an antioxidant way.
The space we use to create says something about us. It’s where the magic happens. I like my space to say ahhhhhh not oh-my-gawd-you-are-a-hot-mess… even if I am a hot mess. Should I hide a flask of vodka in my top drawer?!
No kidding. Kidding.
Truth is, I HATE CLUTTER <— I hollered that. I believe that organization is good. It takes up less space on my desk annnnnnnd in my head (because it gets a little loopy up there sometimes.)
Uhm. No. Lunching is my favourite sport. I have three hobbies. Breakfast lunch and dinner.
Blogging has a way of making someone look wayyyy cooler than they really are. Except me. I’m totally cool. Don’t get all research-y and fact check that on the interwebs. I think the internet is broken today.
Where were we? Blogging. Blogging is not all coffee and flowers. Yeah, I’m looking at you too, Instagram. It can all be scary. Verwy. Verwy. Scary. Hello overwhelm.
Today, I was as useful as the letter G in lasagna.
My absolute fave part about blogging is YOU. I love sending love notes to my blog subscribers on Fridays. It’s floats my boat and butters my bread. I just love having some fun with my email ‘newsletters.’ <– I hate that word. I feel honoured to be in your email inbox, so I make it pretty spectacular.
Hint: You may want to have a glass of liquid fermented grapes while considering such a career move. You can not, and I repeat NOT be a giant pansy if you want to have a blog. This kind of work is like being a navy seal on the internet. I have no idea what I just said. Just write. Write. Write again. Write some more. A lot of wine will be rescued from bottles during this phase.
Are you subscribed to the blog? You’ll receive love letters from me on Fridays. It basically means we’ll be BFFs. And hello. Do you know what rhymes with Friday ? WINE.
More importantly…..what’s your fave show on Netflix?! What’s new? Do your ears hang low, do they wobble to and fro? Name your fave bloggers! Because hey, I need some new obsessions to follow. What’s your desk like? Too many questions?
*sips vodka from desk drawer……xo