I have been so, so good.
I have been so, so good.
When I saw that J. Crew was selling these pants, I almost broke my finger clicking “Buy Now.”
Fancy hot pink velvet pants? Sign me up!
But then I looked at the other images.
Ok, when this does not even look amazing on a 22 year old model, I can reasonably project that the rear view on a 46.75 year old Boss Lady Doctor will be less favorable.
One more shot:
The search continues.
I realized yesterday that I started this blog six years ago.
I didn’t know it at the time, but I was about to become deeply unhappy.
In the midst of impending turmoil, this was a creative outlet that gave me buoyancy when I was otherwise slowly drowning.
I was so cautious about not revealing too much about myself, lest my Big Brother Employer disapprove.
Now, I don’t give a s*it.
In retrospect, it was physician burnout, the product of a toxic work environment that ultimately led me to take a risk, leave the perceived security of my “safe” job and venture into private practice.
It was the best decision I’ve ever made.
Six years later, I’m happier and more successful than ever.
I have autonomy. I have partners I love and trust. I work harder but mostly better. I’m a Kick Ass Doctor Lady Boss to nearly 60 people.
And I remain Fancy.
I strolled down Memory Lane for posts that resonated with me.
If you’re new here or curious, my personal Hits List includes:
Thank you for your love and support. I appreciate it more than you know.
Do you save good things?
And by this, I mean do you consider some items so precious that you rarely use them, lest they get, well, used?
I do. And this is not a Good Thing.
Recently I realized that I hoard some of my nicest stuff, ostensibly protecting it from wear so that it will be (mostly) pristine when I want to use it. Which is often never.
This Prada bag is a great example.
I bought this a couple of years ago with the idea that it’s a classic and an investment piece.
By “investment,” I also mean in my image and not in potential re-sale value.
This bag was supposed to say something about me: polished, luxe, sophisticated.
Of course I am often not any of those things, so it mostly continues to live in a box in my closet.
When I do take it out, it’s usually to go to a work event, like a conference, and then back the bag goes into its protective home.
I probably feel this way because I didn’t grow up with designer anything around our house and luxury items still sometimes feel irreplaceable if ruined despite consciously telling myself they’re Just Things.
To me, true decadence is having something nice and not really caring at all about it.
A former coworker used to sling around this giant Vuitton bag given to her by her boyfriend like it was a hobo’s bindle. She would carry (and spill) her lunch in it. Toss it in the corner of Labor and Delivery at our hospital. Drag it behind her. I couldn’t imagine ever being that carefree about something so spendy, but the more I think about it, maybe she had the right idea. It’s Just a Thing, and a practical one that’s meant to be used.
My weirdness for saving nice things also extends to travel.
I hate taking worn-out things on trips, so I practically have a whole separate wardrobe of things to wear on vacation.
There are swimsuit coverups and sandals that only see exotic beaches. Cashmere scarves and cardigans that are only meant for drafty airplane coverage. White tees that stay unworn so they can stay white. Delicate clutches for nights on the town. A Kate Spade wallet that I only use for foreign currency (!). You get the idea.
While it’s unlikely that I’ll ever get to my coworker’s carefree state of mind, I think acknowledging the problem is step one to solving it.
The tricky part is that I still am waiting for a personality transplant where I stop ruining everything I touch. Wish me luck.
What about you? Do you save your best stuff or use it with abandon?
Now that I re-read it, the above title sounds a bit provocative, but I’m referring to a specific canine who is, in fact, quite ill-behaved.
Ostensibly, Penny is 25% Labrador retriever, 25% standard poodle and 50% miniature poodle.
Plausibly, she is 90% Fozzie Bear and 10% Junk Yard Dog.
Penny arrived on the rebound after an unfortunate incident involving our geriatric poodle, a sudden blinding rainstorm and the swimming pool in the house we had lived in for three days.
I’ll let you fill in the gaps, but this was a Trauma of the First Order for our kids, and suddenly a new dog seemed like an *amazing* idea.
My dear friend M. tipped me off about a breeder of impossibly cute doodle puppies, which is basically the Frankenstein version of mating anything with a poodle.
This girl caught my eye.
After an exhaustive application process including references, vetting, an essay about our family and submission of photos of our living space (I conveniently omitted the pool), we were (barely) approved to spend the tidy sum of $3k+ for this fur ball.
The breeder sent such detailed instructions (14 pages!) about puppy care, including an agreement that we must feed her specific food (purchased from her), how we were required to spay her within 6 months or pay a $5ooo fine, how we should address her when we picked the dog up (no eye contact, she will get in our car and sit in the passenger seat), how we needed a specific carrier to bring her home, etc, that I feared we would be disqualified at the 11th hour from dog ownership.
Much to my surprise, when I met at the appointed meeting spot (Parking Lot B – not A! – at the Gander Mountain in Rogers, MN, 8 AM SHARP!, near the grassy knoll), I was stunned to discover that it was not the 60-ish age breeder but a 20-something proxy who pulled up in a battered Subaru, popped the rear gate and dumped a 3 pound stuffed-toy-come-to-life in my arms, all within 15 seconds.
I fell in love.
The kids had no idea this was coming, and to burst through the door of Fancy Pants Ranch Deux: Fancy Pants Ranchier and shout, “Who wants a puppy?” was a pinnacle of Doctor Mom Life.
We let the kids name her, and they reasonably determined “Penny” was a good fit. I concur.
We hadn’t had a puppy for 18 years, so the brutal reality of new parenthood struck hard.
I spent the summer of 2018 sleeping on a mattress, constantly touching the dog to see if she moved more than 1 mm, which would prompt complete awakening and a trip outdoors.
I learned quickly what is happening in our neighborhood at all hours of the night. (Spoiler: nothing).
Eventually she became more-or-less continent (my new rugs would say otherwise) and she began sleeping through the night.
But what she never stopped was CHEWING ALL THE STUFF.
To date, Penny has consumed 4 pairs of eyeglasses (including at least one lens, which prompts the question of “How is her colon intact?”, and I am SO MAD because that pair was my absolute favorite), the cushions from two leather chairs, countless shoes, the leg of a coffee table, dozens of eviscerated squeaky toys, 5 leashes, a tube of toothpaste, lip balms, LEGOs, and so many various Barbies and their accessories that she is easily the most prolific Barbie Serial Killer Of All Time.
I am her person.
I see her visually track me as I round the corner of the stairs.
She sleeps curled next to me.
She rests on my foot as I type.
She is so warm and fluffy.
I guess I am a dog person after all.
You know that one time when life was coming at you a million miles an hour and you got overwhelmed, then tried to catch up but you were so far below ground that it seemed impossible to dig your way out, and there were so many things happening – and a lot of them were so, so good – and you wanted to share but there was never enough time, never enough space, but then you decided to push past that and just dive in?
Yeah, that happened.
Nice to see you again.
Spouse and I recently spent a glorious week at the St. Regis Punta Mita, and I found myself wanting to take the St. Regis Experience home with me.
Check out that infinity pool. I mean.
Upon arrival, they will greet you with a cold, perfect margarita, should you choose to imbibe. Of course I did.
The drinks are served in these colorful confetti glasses. I loved them enough to quickly locate a set on Amazon and have them delivered to me before I arrived home.
We stayed in a fabulous ocean front one bedroom suite. More on that later. The linens are heavily scented with an aroma that is hard for me to nail down, but trust me when I say the laundry smells fabulous. Later in the week we sent a bunch of workout clothes to be laundered and they came back smelling so nice that I kept sniffing my clean running socks.
While I am not sure what detergent they use, I was able to find a similar pillow mist to what they provide:
I *may* have borrowed the small bottle that was on the nightstand when we arrived, but after researching and ordering, I would say that this Calm Sleep Mist with a lavender/chamomile mix is really, really similar. It’s $19.99 at Amazon.
The sheets and pillows are not too shabby, and by that I mean they are super luxurious. You can buy them directly from the St. Regis online boutique. When I first checked they were having a 20% off sale but now it looks like that promotion is no longer running. I’m sure it will be back and I plan to check around the 4th of July. The oversized bath sheets are the real stars here. I probably could have wrapped them around myself three times. I definitely plan to make a set of these mine.
From the spa, these coconut water drops were a find:
One or two droppers of the concentrated coconut flavor is enough for a 12-16 oz bottle of water. I’ve been putting mine in sparkling water, especially with flavors like pineapple that go well with coconut. Yum.
Also from the spa, a really nicely scented toner from Natura Bisse, a brand I have heard of but had not previously tried:
Here’s a fun one:
Spouse and I enjoyed Moet & Chandon Ice Imperial a few times by the pool. If you’re not familiar, it’s champagne that’s meant to be casually consumed and over ice. Yep, ice in champagne. This is the perfect summer poolside drink. The champagne came served in these cool acrylic ice buckets. These seem to be promotional items from the company. While they can be found on sites like eBay, Moet doesn’t appear to directly sell them. Spouse surprised me by getting me one of my own (although for Veuve Clicquot, which is what we usually serve at home), along with a set of glasses. You can bet I am going to drink champagne while floating in my new pool this summer.
The last thing that really brings the Punta Mita experience home is my collection of odds and ends from the beach:
I absolutely love beachcombing and spent about two hours a day searching for unique treasures. This beach did not disappoint. I found so many interesting things that I had to get a new bowl to hold it all.
I can’t wait to go back, but in the meantime you can bet I am doing every possible thing to bring the St. Regis to me.