So far in 2015, if there is one word to describe my life it is this: Behind. No matter how many times I listen to my Headspace meditation app, no matter how much I try to prioritise and tell myself that this is just part of having a busy life and a VERY busy two year old, I still feel anxiously behind in a way that I haven’t ever felt before. I keep lists going, and it doesn’t seem like anything ever gets crossed off. There are things I want to do on the blog, but until my wee one is in school, there isn’t time, so I’m behind here on The Sequinist as well. I’m in need of an ophthalmologist appointment as ageing constantly changes my contacts/glasses prescription. I’m desperately in need of a haircut. I need to go to the dentist, because I haven’t been in years (I know, I know. But I’ve never had a cavity either, so there.) I have a long list of things that I need a dermatologist to do to my face since it is falling apart. I’m not talking major work; I just want the weird new bumps and red spots to eff off and stop multiplying.
I see Huffington Post articles and blog posts about gratitude, acceptance, and feeling blessed. YES, I am grateful for many things, and NO I don’t have to fetch water from a communal well everyday or anything, but I’ll feel a lot more gratitude when I feel like I’m not so far behind all the time! Aren’t middle aged people supposed to be relaxed?
Speaking of being behind, I took these photos a few days ago. Those days turned into weeks, and then into months. Since I keep meaning to do a blog post on short trench coats, I’m going to just get it out here now; better late than never. There are no flowers left on that magnolia tree in the photos, I assure you. Unlike me, the magnolia tree is perfectly on track, having long discarded its pink petals for full summer leaves.
Now, traditional long trench coats make me look frumpy and/or homeless. When you are well-endowed in the bra-filler department like I am, a trench can make you look like a big stuffed tent. Add some volume on the bottom, and it just goes from bad to worse. However, the volume is minimal on a short trench coat like this one. I wouldn’t say it is sleek, but it IS fitted, and the shorter proportion works to eliminate any frumpiness. It comes in an assortment of colours besides the basic khaki one that I have, so you’ll probably see another one on the blog in the future, either in red or aqua.
Now, let’s take a moment to savour the delicious feeling of the strikethrough, aka crossing an item off of a list (one of the happiest and rarest moments in my day).
TRENCH COAT BLOG POST Ahhhhhhhhh, that’s better!