When I was a little kid and we went to the beach, I always had this strange and terrifying and utterly disorienting moment where I’d think to myself this is our first day at the beach; we have four more days at the beach, and then this vacation is over. That sentence, I now realize, …
In which Emma writes about why it’s really hard for her to not bring up the formal wear store Frills and Fancies in every conversation, and also talks about her cats, duh.
In which Emma uses a curse word in the title of her blog entry, which will probably make her mother use her middle name.
In which Emma gets all festive and glittery.
In which Emma examines the mind of Graduate School Emma, who, because she didn’t appreciate Jack Gilbert, clearly had lost her mind.
In which Emma gets all deep and introspective and stuff about love and life and loss and so forth.
In which Emma shows pictures of awesome things rather than complaining about being sick, and then does the whole photo-a-day thing, natch.
In which Emma has a crazy busy week and takes pictures of it.
In which Emma ditches her dreams of a fancy party at the altar because she realizes they aren’t the point.
In which Emma does some heavy thinking and then shows some pictures.