I'm 44 now, an age that I find most confusing. I'm stuck between wanting to lose a bunch of weight for that last "hurrah" before the big 5-0, and not caring if I move up a size or two in my bejeweled Gloria Vanderbilt capris. (Which, by the way, are so freaking comfortable!) I'm fighting the battle of the bulge, the battle of the wrinkles, and the battle of the "why is the print on packaging so much smaller these days????". However, I'm inexplicably proud of the one tinsel-like silver hair that pops up when my hair color needs refreshing. (I kind of wish I had that cool streak that Stacy London sports on TLC's What Not to Wear).
I'm a divorced, engaged, mother of two. If anyone had told me that at this age I'd be in this spot, I never would have believed it. However, I'm trying to forgive myself and others for the past, remember the good things, and move forward to a life that is full of happiness and love. I think I'm doing a pretty good job most days. Other days, I let the ghosts of the past haunt me, and settle in with my drug of choice....champagne and several episodes of Mystery Science Theater 3000.
I've recently moved after a 10 year stint in Florida, to my new home in North Carolina. It's been a dream since childhood to move here. When I was in 5th grade, my favorite (and only) aunt and her husband moved to NC. I will never forget our first vacation there. That first view of the mountains....it was breathtaking. I knew from that moment that one day I wanted to live there. And here I am! Not in Asheville, but a mere 2 hours away (depending on who's driving) in beautiful Concord. I'm settling in with my fiance....and it's been great so far. I love the little town, the access to shopping, the Nascar Speedway. HUH? Yeah, I had no idea Concord was the hub of Nascar. I've come to kind of, sort of, a little bit like it. Now, I haven't bought cut offs, a #3 tank top, and matching bandana yet....but I do have a hat. I had no idea who to follow so me being me, I chose the most controversial drive to become devoted to....Mr. Kyle Busch. I broke in said hat at the Daytona 500 last year. It was my first trip there. I got so many "boo's" and "Aw maaaaaaan. I kin't buhleeeeeeve you like Kiiiiiiiiiile....". I smiled triumphantly, happy with my choice. Might as well have fun with it, right?
My newest passion is primitive/distressed furniture. Concord has an abundance of antique shops, and two of the biggest are only 5 minutes from my doorstep. I've refinished 3 tables, (a coffee table, side table and long-i don't know what to call it but it would go behind a couch-table), and last weekend we purchased an old mantle mirror. I cleaned it up today, and am now ready to attempt sanding. It's much more involved than the other tables....but I'm excited. More on that later, I'm sure.
So here it is....my first post. Not as hard as I thought it would be. Actually, I can't wait to get this thing going!
