Mirror, Mirror, that's no longer on my wall. (Or why the next seven years are going to suck!)

So as I've mentioned, I'm kind of on this side of superstitious.  By which I of course I mean I'm very...as in v. v. superstitious.  


So when one of my closet doors went from this...

to this...

....I knew I was totally fraked for the next seven years. 



Qu'est-ce que c'est?  Frak?

Now there was what seemed like a hundred more pieces of mirror to contend with and maybe if I wasn't so busy trying not to slice my hand off while mourning the next seven years of my life, then maybe I would have thought to take some more photos. But dodging a bloody death somehow became the priority.  When I read Flat Stanley I was totally afraid the bulletin board over my bed was going to fall and crush me and I'd be flat...like Stanley.  Being crushed and cut up by a falling mirror/falling accordion closet door....kind of a whole hell of a lot worse.  

Not the way to start my Saturday morning bee-tee-dubs (or any other for that matter) and can only wonder what my downstairs neighbors must have thought when they heard the epic crash.  For the record, no one came running to find out, which is cool with me. I wouldn't have really wanted to open the door to anyone anyway.  But I can only guess that this was the universe's way of forcing me to deal with something I've been putting off in the biggest way possible. (The universe has been giving me a lot of that lately.) That door has been busted for a better part of this past year and my solution is to of course struggle with it and curse it out every morning and night.  I've also been saying I'm going to get these god-awful mirrors taken care of, but having the door fall of the track and the mirrors doing a game of 52 Pick Up, was not quite what I had in mind.

So for now, the door is back up - albeit stuck open and missing a mirror.  And part of the broken mirror is still in my apartment haunting me, while all the little pieces were wrapped into several bags with a big apology note for the guys in my building when I left it in the trash room.  I didn't sign my name, so not sure if they've connected the dots that I'm the culprit.  Not going to worry about that one...not for now at least.

Truth be told I'm kind of a procrastinating little brat when it comes to home improvement.  I either can't be bothered...I honestly don't really like have strangers in my apartment...and I'd like to think that I'm a smart and independent woman so surely I can do some level of repair on my own.  I snaked my bathroom sink drain...and the squirrel tail of hair that came out of that drain was well, as gross as you can possible imagine.  Be grateful I had the good sense not to photograph that one!  But I did it!  Solved that problem without anyone else's help.  

So anyway, as I hunker down for my seven years of being royally fraked, I thought why not take a moment and be grateful for all the fabulous stuff I have going on around me now.  Hopefully the seven years thing won't put a pox on these:

I managed not to die a bloody death in the above incident.  Not one cut, scrap or piece of mirror in the bottom of my foot (knock on wood!  tossing salt over my shoulder!).  I cleaned like a crazy woman.  But for now, am injury free.  

I got a new job!  And I'm quite excited about it.  Opportunity.  Cool people. Challenging work.  But it starts in 2 weeks so I'm too superstitious to say much more.

I get to leave my old job.  The last day is so close I can *almost* see it.  Please activate the countdown clock. 

I have a little time off in-between the two which is the perfect excuse to book some self-indulgent appointments for hair and a massage and to hopefully get out of town for a few days for some fun.  Still all in the air, but the freedom to do it is enough to make the list for now.

The ankle I rolled running on the treadmill is finally better so I started running again.  Dusted off "Lose Yourself" and "Dig In" and have quite literally hit the ground running for the first time in months.  

I stalked the J. Crew sale and was able to get a back-up pair of these shoes which I love to death (and wear to death) when my size popped back around 8:30 this morning.  My horrible sleeping patterns of late paid off!!! Don't judge me.  Comfortable shoes are hard to come by.  And I'm a sucker for anything patent leather.  Swoon!

I was also obsessively stalking this jacket because I think it's amazing:

It's sold out EVERYWHERE online.  Trust me.  I've looked.  And it hasn't popped up on eBay just yet.  It breaks my little black heart.  Good news is it won't break my wallet.  Better news is that while searching the whole internet for it, I came across the clip of Tibi's show from Fashion Week where this song played:

Nothing new by any means, but new Kinks to me.  And I was just saying on Friday night how it's been forever since I've found new music ("new" being relative since this song is totally from about thirty years ago).  Whatever...makes me happy. 

Knocked a bunch of stuff off my DVR with sheer commitment and dedication.  So many shows to talk about but don't really have the patience for it tonight, but have to say...season finale of The Good Wife = great.  Revenge...still amazing.  Bones = meh.  It's lost me a bit, I hate to say it.   

The Song Remains the Same - Allison Winn Scotch's new book.  I'm only about 100 pages in but she's just so damn good.  Much like Time of My Life this book is about clean slates, and fresh starts and discovering who you really are, and what you want your life to be and on and on.  The timing of reading this one is, in a word, perfect.

The One Tree Hill finale.  I know. I know.  Let the judging begin. I've held onto the last two episodes for weeks and finally, in my complete mental exhaustion, tuned into them today, and just have to say, if you were ever a fan, you weren't disappointed.  No ambiguous ending.  No stupid cliffhanger where you didn't know what was going to happen.  No insane miracles.  And neither Dan nor Keith came back from the dead....yeah, Gossip Girl, I'm making a dig at you for last week's episode.  So.  Bad.    

And while I have to say the final scene of OTHillers going to watch Jamie play basketball was too much of a suspension of disbelief even for me...(and yeah, I was watching it through some tears.  Mock me all you want. I'm owning these!)...I mean Jamie was supposed to be in high school - a good seven or eight years into the future and all of the adult cast looked EXACTLY the same as the did in the previous "present day" scene. I mean...not for nothing, but they could have all gone to see Jamie play little league (or whatever the little league version of basketball is....I'm a baseball girl).  

Alas, the one-two punch of Gavin DeGraw singing "I Don't Want to Be" at Tric followed by U2's "One Tree Hill" - fantastic musical move. Having the cast reiterate the "make a wish and place it in your heart" voiceover?  Well played.  Bravo!  But the show could have faded out with all of them at Karen's Cafe.  I get the idea of going full circle...with the father/son thing...and the basketball thing.  But hell, you could have put them all on the River Court like when they graduated high school.  Just with their kids and all.  That would've worked.  Just saying.

But alas, I'm guessing I'm the only one analyzing this (did anyone else even watch it????).

So in tribute to nine years, I will leave everyone with this...like the show or not, the song is still completely amazing: