over the rainbow

The old :: http://locatingmyself.wordpress.com/

This is the new.

My life is in a vastly different place than it was a year ago. Crazy, how things can remain so much the same for so long, then in the span of a few short months, everything changes. My style, my mood, and my writing reflects the changes that have taken place and thus I felt it necessary to begin anew. The old blog was too full of the past - not enough room for the future. I need room to grow. To breathe. To experience.

I've tried new beginnings before, full of goals and hope and hollow promises to myself to work out, get things done, write every day, and all of those various other things that we always say but never seem to get to. Yes, I've made progress in my life over the last year. But it's not enough. It I will never be enough to satisfy.

The only goal I have right now:

Try a little harder.

I can't even begin to describe how excited I am for it to be spring.

I want to go shopping. In a bad, bad way. Will someone please just give me a million dollars? I promise I'll be good this year!

Right now, I'm feeling like flowing skirts, drop waist dresses, white lace and pretty florals. Things like these:

via ModCloth

via ModCloth

via ModCloth

via ModCloth

via ThreadSence

via ThreadSence

via ModCloth

via ThreadSence

via ModCloth

I desperately want these things. I've spent most of my day browsing the ModCloth and ThreadSence websites and I am madly in love with most of their new stuff... I would be more excited for it to be spring if I had more money for shopping :(

Annie and I had some fun with my camera today. I considered taking her outside to play, but it was rainy and Annie doesn't like getting wet...

Actually, *I* don't like when she's muddy. She always manages to get it everywhere before I can get her into a bath.

Right now I'm trying to convince myself that the weekend isn't over. I love my job, but I am so not ready to go back...

"Things change. Night descends over day. Everyone dies, even us. The Wheel weeps for no one. But morning always comes. That's part of the deal..."