So...

The clothes did in fact arrive yesterday.  The first dress looks too much like a nightgown.  The next dress is super comfortable, but I'm afraid it might look a little maternity-ish.  The last is the keeper.  

I don't know what I'm doing anymore with this blog.  It is totally self-indulgent, and I'm kinda self-conscious about that....Like, ohhhhhh "I'm going on a fancy date, ohhhhhhh I gotta buy a new dress" puke.

As discussed a couple of days ago, I've retired.  And things are just changing, and starting to fit into a new place for me.

Waiting waiting....

I'm waiting on some stuff to arrive.  I hope the package comes today.  I hope it comes today.....

I only intend to keep one.  I need it for a hot date coming up.... We are going here for a night, the Ventanna Inn in Big Sur.  Can't wait. Can't wait!

Today Is A New Day.

I'm still pretty upset about Steve Jobs' passing.  I drove by his house yesterday, and there were people quietly standing there.  Leaving flowers.  Many visibly upset.  It was solemn, of course.  And as I drove down his street, and the streets around the area, I was thinking, he will never see this again.  It was kind of a rainy, sunny day, and as the sun came out, and everything was shiny from the rain, it was so beautiful, and I was so sad.

I'm sad for him losing his battle with cancer, and for so many people I know who've died recently. And possibly more so for those loved one's left behind.

Tomorrow is Yom Kippur.  For those of you I have wronged, in any way, I am deeply sorry.

Goodbye.

Like many, if not most people, I am sad sad sad about Steve Jobs dying.  Clearly, he was a genius visionary, the likes of which don't come around often.

It is also a little more personal around here.  We literally would not be here in California if it weren't for Apple.

I just drove by his house yesterday.  I found out on the weekend exactly where he lived, from friends of ours who are his neighbours.  I thought to myself, "I hope he's ok".  I don't know, I got a vibe from the outside that something was wrong.

One time, I was at the Apple Campus and my daughter who was only 2.5 years old at the time, kind of walked right into him, the way little kids do.  He smiled so warmly at her, then at me.  It took me a few beats to go "aha, that was HIM".... He was going to his car, solo.  Unassuming.

He was so smart.  So determined.  He had integrity. He was sincere in his pursuit of intelligent, elegant technology. He totally changed things for the better.

Rest in peace Steve.

I'm Retiring

I'm thinking of retiring.  Like properly retiring.  You didn't know I was a working woman, you say?  I am.  In my mind.

Ok, aside from caring for 2 children I'm also a freelance makeup artist.  But, I haven't actually worked for quite some time.  The past few times I've been asked to work, I've had to turn down the jobs for one reason or another (um, her name is Daisy pre and post-natal).  I just got asked to to a big wedding, and you know what I did....I turned it down.  I'm going to likely be in Florida in March when the wedding is.  So here's the rub...

When you are a freelancer, like moi, there's lots of networking one must do to get clients.  Then once you have gigs booked, there's the investment in your kit.

At this point if I'm going to take on any clients, I need to update/refresh my kit, and the dollar investment is likely larger then the potential profit.  Ya dig?

I need to file things in  my head.  I'm one of those thinkers.  And having the worker file open, gives me stress.  To close that file, means I can concentrate on the job I want to concentrate on right now - which is my little one's.

But it's scary to JUST be a mom.  Don't get all upset.  I say that tongue, firmly in cheek.