How to Get Out of A Funk...

Surprise, Surprise.  I've been in a funk.  Actually, I'm trying to NOT be in a funk.  Confused?  Well,  I'm pretty sure that normal people call it hormones.  I think men call it the devil that visits monthly.  I'm not exactly sure what I want to call it, other than a Funk.  Stupid hormones.  If they can't give me a baby, then why the heck do I have them?!  Ugh, sigh.  

So, for women, who like me, get in a funk once a month, I'm going to show you how to get out of it.  It's kinda fabulous.  I call it my Six Steps to Sanity.

One.

Cuddle and Talk to Someone Who Doesn't Talk Back.

Two.

Go on a Tiny,  Little Shopping Spree.  

Three.

Continue the Shopping Spree and Proceed to Get Ready for Vacation.  Preferably, Buy a New Suitcase that No One Could Possibly Mistake for Theirs (This Will Keep You Non-Hormonal When Said Vacation Happens and You Are at a Crowded Airport).

Four.

Relax.  Enjoy the Things You Love.

Five.

Go for a Drive.  A Long Drive.  Enjoy the Scenery.  Get Lost in the Moment.

Six.

Workout.

There's nothing you can do about the hormones, the devil, or whatever you want to call your monthly visitor, but I can sure try to ward it off from ruining my days and putting me into a funk. Today was a fabulous day because I followed my Six Steps to Sanity.  

You can totally work the steps and have good days no matter what time of the month it is.  Try it.  I swear it works.

Ruche...

I'm so excited to be a guest blogger on Ruche's Blog today.  I think it was the perfect Valentine's Day gift.  If you're new to my blog, my name is Dana.  But the people at Ruche can call me Annabelle anytime.  Maybe that is my alter ego, vintage, old lady name.  I like it.  I'll go with that.  Anything to be a part of such a beautiful site.  I hope your Valentine has treated you well.  Is it just me or can you just feel the love in the air today?

Such a Perfect Day...

Today was just the best day to be off and the best day to run errands.  Why can't I have off days like this in the summer?  We live in the fabulous state of New York, but usually around this time of the year we're digging ourselves out of tons of snow; which if you know me at all, I despise!  This year has been absolutely fabulous.  Other than two snow storms, pretty early in the season, we really haven't been hit hard.  This makes for a very happy Dana.  Now, please don't blame me if we get hit now, I just looked at the weekly forecast and it's still fabulous, so I really can't be blamed for jinxing it yet!

So today, as the weather creeped into the high 50's, I brought back what I like to call Dress Day.  

Granted, I still wear dresses in the winter, now that I've found leggings and tights to be tolerable— but this is Dress Day weather!  I wasn't even cold.  I didn't even need my hat.  I hope it continues like this all the way up to the day Spring is official.  And I love my new Ruche sweater and necklace (call it my friendly reminder to practice like a good girl, especially since I've been enjoying it!).  And I'm pretty stoked over the fact that those boots I wanted are back in stock and are now on their way to my front door.  

One of my friends told me today that I could quite possibly be considered a shopaholic— I totally disagree!  I don't shop often, just a little more than usually lately, and my lack of cooking makes up for it right?  I mean, rarely having a grocery bill does help with buying my dresses.  Score one for my side.

I'll try to tame down my spending, but I just love when Dress Day weather hits.  Hopefully, the Groundhog cooperates.

Uh Oh...

I found a new dress site I love.  Ruche.  Just like Modcloth, it's kind of addicting.  Even worse, they have the cutest accessories too.  And as an old lady, I love having accessories.  Too much is never enough, right?  Hmmm.  It's pretty hard to stop "window shopping" during my downtime.  I was good though; I only bought one dress... but way too many other things.  A girl has got to look cute.

What?  It's not like I went crazy or anything?

I wanted these too, but they're out of my sizes.  

Oh, well.  I made sure I signed up to be notified if they're restocked.  This is the one damn problem with feeling good, I just can't stop shopping!  

(all pictures courtesy of www.shopruche.com )

I'm the Oldest Young Person You Know...

That's what I've been told.  That I'm the oldest young person that most people know.  I'm not exactly sure if that's a compliment or if it just means that I act like a boring old lady.  I mean, I do.  Kinda.  I mean, I am.  Kinda.  But that's completely fine with me.  

I can tell you that at least once a week someone tells me that I should have been a twenty-something in the 1940's or the 1950's.  My mom is usually the one dishing that one out, but tons of my customers do too.  I could wear a dress everyday of my life and be completely fine with it.  Even in the dead of winter I'll make due with some tights and boots.  I think I've found a style that finally suits me.  It only took me until I was 26 to figure it out.  I mean what's wrong with fondness for old lady sweaters and vagabond knitted hats?  Anything with a touch of vintage charm is completely perfect for me.

Or is it my clip on earrings and old lady charm?  Maybe it's the earring of the month club.  I'm not exactly sure.  Maybe it's my librarian attitude?  Or the Modcloth shopping that includes my little dress shopping habit.  Or my new favorite site Ruche.

Maybe it's having the 40's on four on Sirius playing every time I'm in the car (sorry hubby, I can't help it!).  Ya gotta love some Glenn Miller Band.

All I know is that I take it as a compliment.  I think I'd make my Grama a proper companion back in the day.  Just sitting drinking tea and bullshitting with the girls and doing the least amount of housework possible (minus Grama's pesky cigarette habit that she had back then).

The other day when my hubby caught me getting out of the shower, he also saw me in my favorite little item I picked up about a month ago.

It possibly could cross the limit of the old lady charm.  Personally, I think my shower cap is stunning!  At least as stunning as a shower cap can possibly be.  I mean he might have asked me if I was eighty, but I don't think many eighty-year olds can rock a shower cap quite like I do. 

Now, if I start wearing rain caps on outside, then I might have a problem.  Is there an I Love Lucy or Golden Girls episode I could reference for help with this problem?  If there is, maybe I should re-watch it for the 100th time.  Then again, maybe those shows are what caused my problem.  Damn TV.  You always get the best of me!