What I wore all week: Table for One

This won't do. And I'm doing something about it.

So we’d wrapped Mykonos and some of the group, including my hub, went onto Paris for the Olympics and some of us headed home. I headed to a hotel in Boston. And then switched hotels, because that one was so smoky smelling even though there is no smoking — and that made me feel like one of those people — but I was getting migraine-y. I moved into the Copley Plaza. So literally Midlife Eloise at the Plaza.

Spoiler alert: You know how hotels are so fun? Turns out, everything gets old if you do it enough. This week I closed on our new lil Boston rental, signed off on decor, hooked up cable and electric. Moving in next week! Remember how I said I was taking control?

But first, a week of stripes and this repeated refrain: “table for one, near the outlet please.”

The outfits, the feelings, and the plan to move forward …