Farewell 32

Instead of tucking my thoughts away in a palm print notebook, the approach is having a "Dear Diary" moment.  This past year was full of both personal and professional achievements, even funny and cheeky (my new favorite word) realizations.  As someone who is extremely hard on herself, thanks to the major Virgo perfectionist bones in my body, I've decided it's time to give TC a pat on the back for life wins, no matter the size.  The thoughts were flowing visiting my favorite backyard spectacle, the Palace sparkled!  

As I reflect on 32, you've been good to me.

I got promoted.
I was maid of honor in my sister's beautiful wedding.
I threw self doubt out the window (well, at the office).
I developed a strong patience, especially when I want something.
My obsession with the Palace of Fine Arts reached an all time high.
I had a catch you off guard in a great way kinda kiss.
Thanks to that sequin jacket in Palm Springs, I learned that although Blanche is my style spirit animal, all along Sally Albright has been my inner love guru who happens to have hairspray handy in her car and orders Bloody Mary mix on airplanes.  She's my kinda gal.
I realized sometimes in life, you leave things up to timing.  You can't always be a planner. 
My studio office vision became a reality.
I started a blog and found my voice.

To the beginning of 33, let's do this.  Color Factory.  Museum of Ice Cream.  The countdown begins. Outfit and iconic photo moments, TBD. But for now, I'll leave you with a sequin sleeve. ​