I’d rather eat a deep-fried turd than say anything about myself, but I know these About pages are important. How else are we supposed to judge each other’s entire existence in under one minute?
I’m mostly a thoughtful and meticulously well-groomed type-A southerner with impeccable manners and aesthetics. The rest of the time I’m saying inappropriate things with my mouth, swearing and burping, and kicking around in flip-flops or Vans planning my escape from civilization.
I was raised by circus performers, drug smugglers and hippies.
I’m a Gemini. Everything is subject change except the following: I always wear lip gloss, have a liter of water with me, and chase ice cream trucks.
I live in a house with my fiance and a ten year-old girl who claims to be my daughter.
She is and she’s awesome. Thanks to her, we have enough animals to qualify for farm subsidies, which is dumb because everything we own is white.
Being a mom is suuuper easy, so I work full-time as a senior finance person for a TV network to keep things interesting.
In my pretend life, I’m padding around on a yacht off the Amalfi coast wearing a tiny bikini and a giant black hat, clamoring to Dimitri and the boys about Valentino’s plans for the fall line while teaching my daughter how to fly a helicopter. In my real life, I’m checking homework, insisting on hand-written thank-you notes, and doing laundry.
I started this blog because I spend most days alone in an office buried in numbers. I prefer words and people. That’s where you come in: I love reading your blogs.
I also like to write. I do that here.
Some of my favorite things are words, design, architecture, fashion, travel, music, old photos, staying behind the camera, all things with engines, closet smoking, staying up too late, good craftsmanship, knowing there’s always a solution, being gracious, exhaling all the way, red meat, cheese, asking questions, going commando, algebraic expressions, ironing when I can’t sleep, hearing my girl’s laugh, and trusting that we’re all precisely where we’re supposed to be right this minute.
The next minute is totally up for grabs. Shit might get weird.
Fuck it. I’m ready.
Thanks for stopping by. Now get outta here and go do something useful.
Please, and thank you.
Contact: info at mollytopia dot com