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Aurora

Aurora

Aurora

Quarantine was getting to me. The concept of "keep calm and chill" was taking on a whole other level of bravado.

I'm not looking to complain. This situation isn't easy for any of us. Health is, at the foremost, as is family, food, and shelter. Maskim, this is everything. But the blurs of day and night, to choose to have structure or not, is this meal Brunch? Lupper? DinDin? Was beginning to take its toll.

Those walks, at first, my primary form of pound the pavement solace, because they provided a semblance of "the way we were" (there were days I'd walk to and from work)…were now making me dizzy. The mask, I've come to realize is a basic form of common respect, it shows that you are mature and don a sense of achrayis for the current climate. But the mask was making it hard to breathe.

As far as occupation goes, there were old and new opportunities to keep busy with. But the old turned very old, very quickly and the new seemed harder to hustle to. Udemy courses were going unlearned, routines I wanted to get into was going nowhere, and I could say adios to learning a new language. The only thing giving me a minute form of creative fun was making TikTok's with my sister. (Funny how the Coronavirus and the latest digital craze both originated from China, conspiracy theory for another time.)

I was going on one of the "let's take the scenic route" walks with my sister. We passed a house that had a bush of the most beautiful fuchsia roses. We were venturing on the up-close and personal territory; when my sister noticed a particular rose, its edges curved slightly. It was legit perfect in every long stem single rose way. Of course, divine intervention would have it that the owner of the house saw his admirers. "Go ahead, take your pick, just scramble before my wife comes" "Are you sure? we could never…" "Just grab one and scat" and scat we did with a perfect singular stem. My sister, ever the sweet dreamer and (funny one) suggested we name it. "Aurora" instantly came to mind.

This whole situation we are in can be viewed as a rose amongst thorns. There are parts that prickle, may take us out of our comfort zones, and downright aren't pretty (we've all locked ourselves in a closet/car and just zoned for a good five minutes right?????????????????) but like a rose, that was initially a bud- there's so much opportunity to absorb and drink it all in. Sunlight and Vitamin D are pertinent to ensure a flower blooms. Don't forget those ingredients for our own TLC.

Our Aurora rose is just about fully blossomed. A single perfect stem on the vanity. When I awoke and saw those beautiful petals starting to fall, I realized today is Erev Shavuos. I can bring some blossoms to those who mean so much to me, and this I realized was the best ingredient of all- to bring myself out of the current funk. Also plants have pheromones…makes a lot of sense since I’m always so much happier when around beautiful bouquets.

Yin & Yang

Yin & Yang

Keep Calm and Quarantine

Keep Calm and Quarantine