Number Four With A Smile

Twice this past week, I dreamed I was in public without any underwear. In the first dream, I was in a bank wearing only a backless robe and when the security guard tried to stop me, I told him that I knew there was no law against being nude in a bank. In the second dream, I was in a ballet class with nothing beneath my tutu.

In my waking life, these would be nightmare scenarios. But as dreams, they signal my lack of shame about myself and willingness to be exposed. (Not like that!) I find myself at a moment in my life when all of the pieces fit together. I'm glad I'm aware of it now: Sometimes we don't know that everything is right until it's gone.

My best friend from middle school, Sharon, who I haven't seen since 1990 found me on Facebook the other day. She said, "You look happy." I thought, "Well I'll be goddamn! I am happy!" Not walking on sunshine happy, blissed out on Jesus happy, but content. Satisfied. Panties-free kinda happy.

In any event, perhaps this sense of exposure is also due to this very exciting announcement: annabelle magazine is now a blog! Instead of static issues, we're using the blog format to write timely pieces about our favorite topic: home! So head over to annabelle at home for your daily dose of design with some sass on the side.

Sweet dreams!