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Trivial Confessions, 3 (Or how to forever avoid exercising)

Every day I keep promising myself - I will start exercising tomorrow. It never happens. I'm afraid I will soon run out of tomorrows.

 

One of the reasons I dislike even the thought of exercise is that I have no idea what I'm supposed to wear while I'm working out. I don't own a tracksuit. I don't even own a plain old t-shirt. Sounds insane, right? Tights? No! I refuse. Nothing? Hm. Yoga pants? What ARE Yoga pants? I do not own any leisure clothes. Is that bad? I get up, I put my makeup on and get all dressed up and I'm ready for life. I even vacuum fully made up. "People tell me that what I wear every day is what most people would wear to a wedding." - to quote Deborah Lloyd, Kate Spade's creative director. I'm not that bad, but...

 

So, If only, only I could wear a completely impossibly ridiculously outrageous gown... or, more reasonably, a full pleated skirt, balloon sleeve shirt and some strappy high heels, then, I would dive into exercise with gusto. For sure.

 

 

xoxoxo

 

{photo Gene More via Conde Nast}

Trivial Confessions, 2 (part of my Endless Trivial Confessions Series)

I lack a green thumb. I dream of having an herb garden on my porch and Technicolor plants hanging from my window. But I don't.

I have a Jade plant that basically grows on its own, and a succulent that is barely surviving. It's embarrassing. And it sometimes makes me feel utterly incompetent.

 

"When was the last time you watered the plants, dear?" (This basically sums me up.)

 

That's Terry's job. Reminding me to water the plants. And I still forget. Oh, how I would love to know all the fancy Latin names of my plants, how I would love to engage in a flower conversation with posh ladies shopping for their Ranunculus bouquets at the farmer's market. Impossible. I can tell roses and tulips apart, but that's about it. (I sure don't know what Ranunculus looks like, I'm just throwing names around.)

 

Am I less of a woman for it? It seems like gardening is all the rage these days, everybody enjoys it, and I think I would too if I only tried. If I could be bothered to try. Maybe this will be my middle of the year resolution. If I ever decide to make one. Become a better plant person. One baby watering step at the time.

 

xoxoxo

 

{photo via Dia}

Trivial Confessions

I have a small confession to make: I'm a bit of a sweep it under the carpet, push it under the bed, stuff it inside the closet before the guests come, kind of a girl.

Literally, but perhaps also metaphorically.

 

 

How about you?

 

(these trivial confessions might become an ongoing thing, as I could use a bit of cleansing:)

 

xoxoxo

 

{street art by Banksy}