Fleur Bliss Flowers

 I am short.  That means I have short legs.  Not long legs.  Not a long graceful stride.  No gazelle-esque canter here.  Anyone seem Gimli in the 2nd Lord of the Rings movie – basically huffing and puffing and clunking around the whole time while his mucho more graceful companions run circles around him?  That’s me when I run.  And yet I am pegged to run a half marathon with my taller, mucho more gaceful girlfriends next month.  How the heck did I get talked into it?  It was probably mostly my flub talking to me.  Whispering from my overly-ample-right-now hips… Cuhrazy!  

So the training schedule on my fridge tells me I am supposed to run 6 miles today.  Say what?!?  That’s like 4 hours by my watch! This is why I am awake right now.  At this ridiculously dark and cold hour.  I am N-O-T a 5am riser – only if I’ve gone to bed at 6:30 the night before…  But early early early runs are necessitated by having a babe (who rises much too early himself) and the desire not to feel like the giantest loaf in the world when I going running at a more respectable hour but don’t get a shower until 3pm.  Here I go… coral lipstick and all…

I have this friend Rosie who is basically the most beautifully tasteful person I know.  She dresses, speaks, eats and lives on a level I can only aspire to.  On a trip to the beach earlier this year, I am luggingaround my red, faux-snakeskin duffle from Ross, while she has monogrammed Pottery Barn canvas totes.  She wears classic black trenches while I am still in my turquoise Wet Seal windbreaker (with ruching I might add)…  It seams that I am often teetering on the edge of garish – I am just so schmoozed by glitter and rhinestones and color and pop!  And I have this innate fear of getting super boring as I get old.  Not really afraid of getting old – just blah and boring.  But I am trying to be better.  Trying to remember that I am not my 15 yr-old little sister.  That I can’t (and shouldn’t want to) wear neon Reebok hightops. 

So here’s how good I am being.  Watch.  You’ll be amazed……drumroll……I just bought WHITE, WHITE, WHITE towels for my bathroom this weekend!!!  Aren’t you proud?  Five years ago when Mark & I got married, we registered for minty seafoam green towels.  I even chastised another couple registering at the good BB&B at the same time as us for registering for some “boring beige” washcloths…  I was young…and rude…what can I say?  Here are my new, so classic and tasteful bathroom accoutrements:

But here are the shoes I was wearing when I bought them:

Hah – They’re leopard AND they have little sparklies. I think they rock.  And they’re super comf.  Maybe Rosie would never wear them, but I’m not really sad right now that I do.