MESSY MARRIAGE

this weekend's wedding had invites from a collab. i've got with bliss & bone nonetheless, yes please and thank you very much

You know those siblings living together in the movie
Four Weddings and a Funeral, those with the countless «fuck..!»s
and «fuck it..!»s during various mornings of them getting dressed running,
alternatively like acrobats in a speeding tiny car, on their way to
every single wedding they're going to..? Yes, those. We could have been living
with them and we would have fit like a, suddenly smudgy, white glove.
We're just going to one wedding, and still. This one is in the idyllic Cotswolds
this weekend and then we're off on a surprise trip to Mexico on Sunday.
It's me who's surprised, both with the trip and the fact that life is
closing in quickly on forty.

I'm packing a sheer, spry dress for the English countryside
and leopard print for Mexico & birthday a` la the Golden Girls.
Cassius's baggage is still mostly like installations around the house,
I've got more work to do, some unease to tuck away, and those
dummies that we were just about to give up will probably have to
come with us to Tulum if this is gonna work. I think we all
need a bit more of a well-timed weaning on that peacemaker.

little islands of calm in the storm

I remind myself that we are all acrobats walking the tightrope,
trying to keep our balance. Only today I feel more like
a clown with a bit of a blue edge.