I was going to write this essay, but I have 10 years on you, so thank god you did. Ten years hence is not all that different except you're still in regular waistbands, I guess? Thanks for this and letting probably most of us know we're not alone and the Eccentric Years are something to look forward to. (And...I'm teaching at Erma, too! That alone is worth cheering up for! Looking forward to meeting you!)
Yes, to all this! Yet I fear I went gently into I elastic waist pants a while back. But I will not go gently into blue-haired bittiness. Altho, that sounds kinda fun, too. Esp if there's soup. Will find what I refuse to go gently into then REBEL!
was a definite no for EBWW this year, and now I wanna go, if only for the chance to drink in the bar w you. definitely would lift the meh veil and possibly rid me of Eeyore-itis
I love your “better than our climate’s future” friend, especially since I’m sweating through my cashmere over here because France is supposed to be cold in December but not this year!! Next time you’re feeling down, I think you should buy plane tickets to Paris, and if not that, then Antarctica to get that seventh continent—I’ve been already, but I’m wondering if it’s worth going back now for the good weather
I literally put a sticky note above my desk that says "30 minutes of writing, 30 minutes of movement, 30 minutes of sketching" thinking that seems manageable, and yet here i sit, in sweatpants with a damp load of clothes in the wash (second wash because I forgot yesterday,) scrolling Substack (instead of writing on it), wondering what to do in my recently empty nest while desperately trying to ignore all other forms of social media.
I turn 58 this year and feel it deeply. What is my "what's next"? I did read that Laura Ingalls Wilder didn't publish her first book until she is 65, so I still have time before I feel like a complete loser.
I don't know if you've heard of this for a little mood boost...but drugs? I am properly medicated for the first time in my life and it makes everything slightly more tolerable! See you at Erma :)
I was waffling on whether to register for Erma (at home) but now that I know you're running one of the workshops, I'm in. I took a class online with you a few years ago, and you inspired the title essay of my book, but I need a booster
New stitch idea: "Cheer up, looser!"
I was going to write this essay, but I have 10 years on you, so thank god you did. Ten years hence is not all that different except you're still in regular waistbands, I guess? Thanks for this and letting probably most of us know we're not alone and the Eccentric Years are something to look forward to. (And...I'm teaching at Erma, too! That alone is worth cheering up for! Looking forward to meeting you!)
I saw that you're teaching! Can't wait to meet.
Um, technically "Champagne problems" are strictly from the Appellation d'Origine Contrôlée region of France.
Yes, to all this! Yet I fear I went gently into I elastic waist pants a while back. But I will not go gently into blue-haired bittiness. Altho, that sounds kinda fun, too. Esp if there's soup. Will find what I refuse to go gently into then REBEL!
I love your podcast! Does that make me the third regular listener?
was a definite no for EBWW this year, and now I wanna go, if only for the chance to drink in the bar w you. definitely would lift the meh veil and possibly rid me of Eeyore-itis
Yes, please. You should also enter their contest because the prize is registration to the conference!
Amen, Sister
I love your “better than our climate’s future” friend, especially since I’m sweating through my cashmere over here because France is supposed to be cold in December but not this year!! Next time you’re feeling down, I think you should buy plane tickets to Paris, and if not that, then Antarctica to get that seventh continent—I’ve been already, but I’m wondering if it’s worth going back now for the good weather
That is nuts!
Antarctica or bust
Elastic waist pants are unsung heroes, dammit
I'm just pretending I don't have 10 pairs of Kirkland ones.
I literally put a sticky note above my desk that says "30 minutes of writing, 30 minutes of movement, 30 minutes of sketching" thinking that seems manageable, and yet here i sit, in sweatpants with a damp load of clothes in the wash (second wash because I forgot yesterday,) scrolling Substack (instead of writing on it), wondering what to do in my recently empty nest while desperately trying to ignore all other forms of social media.
I turn 58 this year and feel it deeply. What is my "what's next"? I did read that Laura Ingalls Wilder didn't publish her first book until she is 65, so I still have time before I feel like a complete loser.
I don't know if you've heard of this for a little mood boost...but drugs? I am properly medicated for the first time in my life and it makes everything slightly more tolerable! See you at Erma :)
Co-sigh…get it? Sighing not signing because I too have middle age ennui? I need a nap.
I was waffling on whether to register for Erma (at home) but now that I know you're running one of the workshops, I'm in. I took a class online with you a few years ago, and you inspired the title essay of my book, but I need a booster
Oh, I hope you do!