{ tara frey }:: typing out loud

{typing out loud}

 

    So first up, I'm sorry for leaving you with such an un-original and ultra boring tag line for so long....umm...{the blog} =  {boring name}. 

    ::Typing Out Loud:: came naturally since that's all I've been doing lately and I will continue to type out loud here for you in the future.  I know I'm not the first person to use it, but it's suits me well.  Tara out Loud:, Typing out Loud, it's all the same thing.   me.  here.  blathering.  The photo above is how I always blog; in diamonds and a ruffly gown, didn't you know?   

    The leaves here in the fall months flutter fast from the trees onto the ground.  I watch them and feel a sense of hurriedness.  Perhaps it's because deadlines are right around the corner.  I hate really don't like the word deadline, do you?  I mean, the word "dead" is in it. I'm just sayin' 

    Maybe you feel the same way as I do, that October,  is a sort of  a fast paced month, always something circled on the calendar?  I feel like I am moving as fast as the leaves are falling.  It's a beautiful month, but a busy one.  I look at all the scattered leaves and associate it with the scattered list of things to do that are piling up quickly, just like the leaves.  Maybe a nice jump in the leaf pile will give me some pep?   

 

    My babies miss their mama and I miss them.  I find notes on my nightstand when I stumble into bed around 2 am after losing track of the hours in my office while writing the book.  I hold the notes while I sleep, waiting for the morning light to read them.  My husband is a superhero and needs a cape.  Not sure what I would do without him (we had our 13 year anniversary on October 7th-  see? another circled event!)

    To my babies: Just hang on a little bit longer, mama is almost there, crossing that invisible line, {with the word "dead" in it}, and she promises to come across it alive and be your normal mama again, not the un-showered cranky alien who has taken over her body. ~xo

Pumpkin Pickin...

 

    Loving October.  We did our annual visit to our local farm with my friend and her kids, just like last year.  Then back to our house for a fire-pit and roasting smores. A perfect ending to the day.  The farm has an insane amount of pumpkins which makes it difficult to pick.  Too many choices.  For some reason, we ended up not picking the perfect one from the pretty row of pumpkins laid out so beautifully. 

 

Nope.  We traveled way into the field to find this one:

 

and pulled it out of the earth and onto our wagon, because "it's more fun this way."

 

Below is what an $80 pumpkin looks like.  The cute kid hugging it {and wishing he could take it home} is priceless.

 

    Are you enjoying the sights and smells of Fall?  Loved your responses to my serious gray (or grey) problem.  I had so many emails about the lipstick color, perhaps there are some grayaholics with me? I did write in the comments but I think it's buried a bit.  The color is called "Vista" by MAC.  And actually a really pretty color for Fall.  I'm making progress on my gray recovery, I passed over a charcoal sweater and bought the red one while away in Atlantic City last weekend.  One day at a time, right?   ~xo

My name is Tara and...

     I'm a grayaholic.

     The intervention occurred as I was packing for the Pocono getaway.  I came into the room and they were all there waiting for me, sitting on the bed.  It was jarring to say the least, to see them all there together like that.  At first I was in denial, it couldn't be true, could it?  My favorite color is pink.  But no, they said, it's not pink.  It's gray, and it's not just a regular gray, it's the dark seedy type of gray, called charcoal.  I tried to run out of the room, but they wouldn't let me.  They went through a long list of items and told me my post on Gap Dress Down was a subconscious cry for help.  Then, they showed me my latest purchase made on a street corner, in some dark alley...a Victoria Secret charcoal gray nightie with matching underwear.  They told me my life is being consumed by charcoal gray and they are afraid of me overdosing.

 I was still in denial.  Until they showed me this:

     Charcoal gray lipstick?  It was then that I realized I'm at the bottom of the barrel, swimming in dark gray and smearing it on my lips as well.  Tim Gunn is waiting in my driveway, I'm off to fashion rehab.