New Duds

After going on a fashionably prolonged hiatus, The Big Red Couch is back, and by that, of course, I mean me.


No, I have not meandered off during summer break to an idyllic camp with cabins and canoes, more's the pity. No, I have not been the court stenographer during Mel Gibson's recent run-in's with - well, everybody. No, I have not been scrubbing pelicans with a toothbrush in Leezyana.


I have watched my child grow with astonishing rapidity. I have packed up all our possessions and driven on a two-day road trip from the Bluegrass to the Lone Star (with a teething baby). I have held on to, simply held on to, my Sweet Husband - for dear life. We are battle-weary, shellshocked, but we are here.


I have discovered cable.


I have gone to an interview for a nonprofit communications position, held at...


a plastic surgeon's office. A premiere plastic surgeon's office. 


Which, of course, inspired me to give my blog a face lift. (ba-dum-bum)


I have discovered that beautiful pansies moved in a planter will not survive July or August in Texas...they are a...wait for it...winter plant here.


The mind boggles.


Boggle. Speaking of games, I have been thrown into the deep end of the pool: with three generations gathered around the coffee table, I have been learning to play bridge.


Now there's a game.


I have Skyped with friends in Oregon and Connecticut. I even watched a movie on the computer (via Instant Netflix) while Skyping. Oh, you magical twenty-first century. What will you think of next?


All in all, the blog's not the only thing wearing new duds, existentially speaking.


Oh, and did I mention my presence on Twitter, or my internet search for a Vietnam vet who apparently took a copy of War and Peace with him on boat patrols of the Cho Chien River? Sir, I have your book.


I have also styled several friends and relations in unique ensembles for specific occasions, albeit "fantasy" styling on occasion given the rather heavy price tag. 


I slept.


I drank coffee with Skinny Caramel Macchiato creamer.


I slept some more.


I stayed inside. 110 degree heat indexes don't lie.


Well, everyone needs new school clothes. The Big Red Couch got its polished, shiny Mary Jane's and stiff plaid jumper. 


What new seasons are breaking in your life?