Hello my dear Readers!
Nice to see you again! What’s that you say? Where have I been? I was in Savannah, GA last weekend. This past weekend I spent in bed with a stomach bug. I didn’t know one could sleep so much! But I’m rested and at my goal weight, ready for Charleston Fashion Week. Now all I need is a good cough and cold to get my abs ripped! (Dear Devil, please understand this is a joke. On Friday, when a friend and I quipped with a reference to Emily from the Devil Wears Prada by saying that I’m one stomach flu away from my goal weight, AND THEN YOU GAVE ME A STOMACH FLU ON SATURDAY, you really bummed me out. Like, I thought we got each other, but then you went and pulled that prank on me. I know everyone in Hell is like, “gee, I hope I just get the stomach flu today instead of getting BBQ’d,” and they’d pull a lucky number in that case. But here on Earth, it really sets you back. I mean, it’s still better, but it’s not something we take all that lightly. So, please don’t give me a cold now. OK? Are we good? Thanks for understanding. See ya later!)
It’s been a Lowcountry year so far: one trip to Charleston ticked off the list, one to Savannah (OK, not Lowcountry), and another one for Charleston Fashion Week ahead. Continue reading