This was originally just going to be a short style post - one I was supposed to put up yesterday (oops!), but I realized I had a bit more to say. I'll start with style:
1. Turtleneck (Target) 2. Necklace & 3. charm (similar, Anthropologie) 4. Skirt (Annie Griffin) 5. Side Zip Ankle Boots (Zara) 6. Tights (Target) 7. Clutch (Target)
8. Polish (Butter London) 9. Ring, Amrita Singh
Here I am wearing it (forgot to include the clutch). I will say, wearing a skirt with a fitted waist is not such a good idea when planning on eating a gut-busting meal.
It seemed like a good idea until I was faced with these prospects:
After dinner & time with family, we went to see Skyfall at the movie theater that's in walking distance from our house. Was I so full that I unzipped my skirt slightly at the back, you ask? Maybe.
Speaking of fashion, these two little sassy ladies (my cousins' adorable daughters) went from this:
To this! Is there ever a bad time for princess/fairy attire?
The view from my aunt & uncle's place:
I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving filled with family and friends - oh, and tons of food. For the past few years, Thanksgiving, and the holidays in general, haven't been the easiest of times for our family - but being together helps infinitely.
We miss my brother so very much - but we are also thankful that we got to experience his presence in our lives for the brief time he was here. Jonathan is never not part of my thoughts, but on holidays filled with close family, laughs around the communal table, and rambunctious kids being totally silly, he's certainly at the forefront of my mind.
We remember hilarious family jokes and laugh until our cheeks hurt; when we quiet down we can't help but notice the glaring empty place in our family that my brother filled, and we hurt. That's really the best way to describe grief, I think. It's a rollercoaster that doesn't end - we don't ever 'get over' the loss of someone so precious to us. We just have to learn to accept the ups and downs as part of the process, and part of life.
This is also the first Thanksgiving we spent without Taz, our greyhound, who was part of our family for the past 13 years.
Despite his appearance (intimidating to some) Taz couldn't have been sweeter - he was certainly a gentle giant. Just like my brother, there wasn't an aggressive bone in his body. When we lost Jonathan, it seemed like Taz knew. He knew we were all sad and he knew we needed him. He hadn't been in the best of health before that, but it seemed like he pulled it together so he could be there for us when we needed him. I'm grateful for the gift of that unconditional love he gave us.
To me, Thanksgiving has become a time that not only reminds me to be grateful for the little things, but to remember just how much the big things - family & friends - are a gift.
p.s. You'd think yesterday's feast would've been enough...but a new restaurant recently opened within walking distance of my family's house. It's important to note that isn't just any restaurant - it's a biscuit-focused restaurant: Maple Street Biscuit Company. We just had to try it today. I ordered The Five: fried chicken, pecan bacon, cheddar, sausage gravy on a flaky biscuit. Plus a side of bluegrass grits (made w/ cream cheese) and sweet potato fries.