And Just Like That...

... four years had passed, and ne’er a word was seen on this blog… But that’s all about to change. That’s right, people, this bitch is back! 

Maybe it was binge re-watching Sex and the City for the first time in almost a decade, seeing Carrie Bradshaw put pen to paper (or MacBook, more precisely); maybe it was the coming of true Spring vibes with Taurus season, hard on the heels of a fiery Aries-month of birthday celebration and much reckoning; and maybe it was just time to take a look back, not in anger but in fondness and remembrance. 

This blog has always been a bit on the random side: vacillating sharply from love-lorn gushing over fashion artistry (that I’ll never be able to afford) to scathing critiques of the people and places I despise (which could truthfully be an entire blog unto itself). And thus it shall continue, in the sheer randomness that inspired it from day one until now. How about we blame that on my Gemini Venus, shall we? 

So let’s start with this new chapter with a little redux, because, as Carrie Bradshaw so wisely said “They say nothing lasts forever. Dreams change, trends come and go, but friendships never go out of style.” And what is a blog but a friendship with yourself and with the world - putting it all out there in whatever messy, haphazard, and random form it is, and hoping that the people who get it feel the same, find meaning in your words and creation, and hopefully even in you. 

And that’s where this story starts: on a random Wednesday night in June 2008, when my BFF, A, insisted that we were going to the movies. Looking back, I can’t believe we had the energy to go to a movie that started at 9:55 PM, but we were mere girls of 20 and late night frappucinos still packed a kick back then. Off we went (presumably with our purses loaded with illicit treats, as one does when young a broke) and thus my obsession with Sex and the City was born. From the opening scenes of the streets of New York, to the absolutely overwhelming fashion by the legendary Patricia Fields, from the handsome boyfriends/husbands to the surprisingly hip soundtrack, I was hooked. But it was the girls - Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte, and Samantha - who sold it. No matter how well they were (over)dressed, no matter how perfect their lines and their drama, they felt real. Their heartbreak, their laughter, and most of all their friendship hit the mark. 

Watching the film again (because if you’re going to do a redux, you do the redux right) with A and then starting the series again on my own felt like coming home. Not just because I was back where I started, though that was undoubtedly true as well, but because we were back starting again. 

And that’s where this story leaves off (but even more accurately starts again): with a little bit of nostalgia, and a whole lot of heart.