Although absent from this space for some recent scoops of months, very many things have been percolating. Since you and I last hung out, a move to the left coast has become a reality in order to spend time with the guy below (otherwise known as my dad).

He’s doing fine and dandy, but really that’s the point. Dennis and I are looking forward to spending time with him as a fine & dandy person. Going to silver sneakers, seeing his latest collage, drinking martinis on his porch, all those things that as a long-distance daughter I’ve only gotten to do on an occasional basis. So in November I told my compadres at the magazine that I was packing up my jumpsuits and stepping out the door after seven years.

As a girl who really enjoys security, community, a steady paycheck, this decision was startling on a few levels. First, I really adore the people I work with. Second, I suspect I’ll be coming face to face with how much the New Yorker in me, that person who has liberally used bragging rights around how tough it is to navigate the NYC subway and who has been known to build outfits based on a choice of knee socks and a thrift store sweaters to wear around the city will need to recalibrate my identity once my bicycle and a light jacket are all that’s called for. Not to mention the stimulation of those city characters who I’ve been fascinated and sometimes terrified by in my thirty+ years living here. But I also know they will swirl around my brain ready to become characters in a story I will write.

Heading back to the state of my birth will be interesting. Obviously there’s been great change in the landscape (lots of fires) and yet also a sameness (would you look at that ocean?). There’s been great change in my landscape (lots of growth) and yet also a sameness (would you look at that ever-expanding reading list?). I’m looking forward to exploring all that with the guy I love while joining the guy I love pictured above. So we’re packing up my thrift store finds, my jumpsuits, my socks, getting into the truck and driving cross country.

And about those jumpsuits: For those of you who read the H&M post half-a-dozen-plus weeks ago, you’ll recognize that I’ve grown a bit of a habit (aside: imagine my surprise when I clicked on this denim number that I bought full price to find it on a deep discount, but nevermind). And in the spirit of why this blog was created with an eye toward conscious fashion while also realizing we don’t have enough room in our vehicle for me to stop at a thrift store in every state (not this time anyway), I’m embarking on the Jumpsuits Across America tour. There will be photos and commentary. It’s starting on January 6, 2020. Until then, happy new year. Be safe and I look forward to seeing you from the road. Thanks for reading!