Swinging Obsession or Blame it on the Syndrome

Just in case you have ventured off into my profile and are now wondering when will I ever get to any of the “all New Orleans, fashion-inspired” stuff, it’s coming. My camera is in New Orleans and the battery is here with me in Houston. (Don’t ask...) So when the two are reunited, I’ll share. Til then...


The other day while reclining in my partial “packed but so ready to go” apartment, I had a mini relevation. Well... Maybe not a relevation. (That’s far more weightier of a word that should be reserved for “the clouds in the sky parting, unveiling the beaming sun coupled with a voice from God” type of event or something simliar.) But I did realized something about myself that I don’t think I knew before. Although certain things will always be consistent, grounding the person I am and aspiring to be, it seems as though I swing from one obsession to another.

Allow me to explain...

In my last post, I commented on my desire to read the book “The Last One Down the Aisle Wins”. In efforts to do so and take the cheap way out (buying the book used online) someone else beat me to the punch and my order was cancelled so I moved on to Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. (Which I’m loving and can’t wait to see in theatres August 13th.) Prior to the present book obsession, I was bidding my life away on eBay, “winning” about 14 bids (mostly vintage screw back earrings) in the course of 10 days. (If this was shared on Facebook, I’m sure you would comment: SMH...) And before the eBay/ all things vintage obsession, I was obsessed with the organic, all-natural grocery shopping craze which has leveled off to a safe financial attitude allowing to move around the cabin freely. (I love flying.) And before that was... Well, you get the point.

I’m not a “love you and leave you” type girl but my bank statement would says otherwise when it come to my personal passions and/or interest. I have concluded that the source of this may reach back to what I call my “raised as any only child” syndrome. (Which I just googled and there really is such a thing although I have a slightly different definition based on my own experience.) I have siblings but they were all grown and gone out of the house by time I came along. As a result, I had to be creative and find ways to entertain myself and I guess I never grew out that. I really don’t think it’s a bad thing because it keep life (and this blog) interesting (I hope.)

Or it could simply be that I’m intrigued by so many things, attempting to try them all on in hopes of as perfect of a fit as the lovely Christian Louboutin red patent leather pumps size 38 that are calling my name at Nordstrom’s. But, whatever the rhythm or reason, this swinging obsession and/or syndrome of mine has stayed in place and will not be allowed into any other phase of my life so I can remain productive.

Anyhoo... Stay tuned! Another obsession soon to come...

The Last One Down the Aisle Wins...

While busy at work my mom called me, as she always does, to inform of the new, latest and greatest "must- read" book she saw on some TV show I'm sure I'll never get to watch because I'm destined to work from 7:30am to 4pm for the rest of my adult life. Sigh...(Ok, ok I'm being a little dramatic, as you will learn I'm from time to time.) The book is entitled "Last One Down the Aisle Wins: 10 Keys to a Fabulous Single Life Now and an Even Better Marriage Later" by Shannon Fox and Celeste Liversidge. I have yet to go to the bookstore to get it but the title alone has been rolling around in my head for days now. As you may have guess by now, I'm single and presently enjoying it although I can't say the same for some of my single friends who assign singleness as a social plague, moping around like they have a life-threating illness. But, it does seem like I have suddenly gain entrance to yet another phase in life where one by one my travel amigos and partners in small shopping crimes (as Rachel Zoe likes to refer to it: that being spending way too much money of course) seems to be either married, planning to get married, or fantasizing about marriage. Don't get me wrong. I use to sit around thumbing through bridal magazines, planning my very classy, chic' white dress event also. But, some where between recovering from getting my heart broken and the passing of the  only man I ever truly loved and that loved back, I honestly don't think of my white dress event very much. (I'm sure this will change when I start to feel that I have met the perfect well-tailored suit of a guy.) But, I said all of that to say... stay tuned as I give you updates on my thoughts from the book.

Confession

OK so although this blog is dedicated to my life and all things grand in New Orleans. I must confess a every minor and slice insignificant detail... I don't actually live in the jazzy city of New Orleans, well not yet. But I know, like me, you don't allow yourself to get caught up in minor details, right?! But, take comfort! I was born and raise in NOLA and thanks to a little flooding, here and there, that some refer to as Katrina, I swum to Houston and have been struck here for nearly 5 years. And since I have been gone from home, my undying love and affection has only gotten stronger. Thankful I'm moving back soon and I can't wait!

Just a Taste of What is to Come

Who doesn't love upscale shopping...

The Essence of New Orleans... the French Quarters

Cafe Du Mondu is where locals and tourist alike go to get their fix of a good ole cup of joe and powdered sugar... served with beignets

Audubon Park's massive Oak trees...

And you gotta love the Historical Garden District homes... Old charm at its best