I have reached the 2 month mark of "having a blog" [read: I have very little to show for it, but it's an ongoing process] and I have learned far more than I could have anticipated....

Yikes.

My fellow polished persons, today I am experiencing the ultimate struggle. The struggle that we all, regardless of our unparalleled breeding and cultivation as polished beings, face.

I am lacking all motivation to accomplish anything. I do not feel particularly creative nor inspired. I would never say that I'm feeling lazy... as a polished woman, that word does not have a place in my vast vocabulary (this is when we scoff, haha!).

As I lounge in my own lukewarm motivation, I see this as the perfect time to share some antidotes to this common, mid-week disturbance.
Sorted by your degree of motivation [read: lack therof].

On Sundays (ideally once a week, but realistically, once or twice a month) I'll send you an invitation to have brunch with yours truly.

 As you see to your left, this winter weather has gotten me craving even the slightest hint of sunshine, flowers, and joy. 

We’ll be getting together to dine, dish, and decipher the events in our everyday lives. We polished ladies love to unload and unwind over brunch.

I’m not sure how you prefer your brunches, but there’s a system to our conversation. As polished ladies, we’re so organized that even our conversations flow in a proper order.

Phase 1: Small talk

Phase 2: Complaints & Boasting

Phase 3: TBD

Perhaps we only look polished on Sundays. Our perpetually ladylike conversation will come soon, I’m sure.

----------

Today is a Jane day.

We approach the restaurant at the same time, coming from opposite directions.

We hug one another, fondly but delicately.

We kiss one another on either cheek.

We’re polished, ladies. Oh so polished.

----------