~ Socks ~

There was an episode of Sex and the City where Sarah Jessica Parker's character Carrie was having writers block. This presented an issue since she was a writer for a living. She was for certain she would be fired for not coming up with anything new or remotely interesting. She started to type:

Socks.

Men in Socks.

This column socks.

A friend of mine asked me the other day how I come up with the things that I write. My response was that I write what I feel. Today I feel like shit. I'm tired and woke up with five minutes to spare to get to work. My mood was foul as I restlessly slept and had a busy day in store, where focus and attention to detail was key. Acne has decided to, at this very age of 34, bless my now adult face with it's annoying presence. Everything that could have gone wrong did go wrong today with many things behind the scenes I care not to publicly delve into.

Sometimes, a new day, good sleep and fresh perspective can change everything.

I'm looking forward to Wednesday.

That's it for today. I apologize for the lack of effort in today's post. To date, I've written 176 posts, designed to make your life wrapped in lace, so I hope you'll forgive me for this one shitty post on this very shitty day. Someone today asked me for a suggestion for their blog title name and I informed them they should ask me tomorrow, because if it were up to me on this day, I would changed my blog name from lifewrappedinlace.com, to lifewrappedinshit.com

But that's only my opinion today.

Tomorrow, I will have a smile on my face and a perspective in lace.

See you Wednesday.

Socks.