Well, since there hasn’t been any major wailing or gnashing of teeth since Friday’s post, I think it’s safe to say that a brief hiatus is in order. Thank you to everyone who posted comments or messaged me privately, and thanks to everyone for understanding.
I’m going to attempt to continue posting on a weekly basis, but you know me: my resolutions never last that long so if you haven’t subscribed already, you may want to do so now so that you won’t miss out on my occasion bouts of non-Twizzler inspiration.
Along those same lines, I am going to take several of my more “questionable” posts offline because… well… they’re not quite as professional as I need to be right now. What with running a dance company and teaching an undergraduate anthropology course and all…
So come Friday some of my archives are going to be disappearing. (Which means you have exactly four days to relive the trials and tribulations of my Great Date Experiment until the majority of it is gone.)
In the mean time, here is a condolence prize: a piece just published by Metropolis that I wrote a while back called Zumba? Zumba? Zumba!
(I wrote it before I met TWD actually, hence all of the eligible bachelor talk, so don’t let that fool you. Also, my editor came up with the title, not me, so don’t let that fool you either.)
Until next time, thanks for reading and have a great week!
- We Might Be Taking a Break… (fieldworkinstilettos.com)
- The Queen of Twizzlers (Thanksgiving Part 3) (fieldworkinstilettos.com)