I journeyed through my childhood and youth as an eager believer, resolute in my conviction that the sort of magic I encountered in any number of obscure juvenile fantasy novels would manifest in my ordinary life one day.
Now, I wouldn’t say that a glimmering portal to another realm awaited me on Mt. Pollux one iridescent October morning – but three weeks ago, I came as close to real-life enchantment as a decidedly, disappointingly non-magical girl could hope.
Happy Friday, everyone–though, oddly enough, this might be the last Friday post you see from me for a while!
You’re probably well aware by now that I’m applying to doctoral programs this fall (while also simultaneously working full-time), and as my first deadline approaches, I am officially switching my blog posting schedule to a biweekly Tuesday/Thursday situation!
Blogging (and writing letters, and so forth) is my very necessary respite from thinking about all things art historical; I certainly don’t want to take a complete hiatus, so a modified schedule is my best compromise.
For the next two months, then, you’ll see new snail mail/crafting/stationery posts on Tuesdays and style/photography/whatever else later in the week. By the time January rolls around, you can expect my usual thrice-weekly schedule to resume: after all, I have to do something to occupy my mind while I wait anxiously for admissions decisions in February and March.
See you Tuesday for more of my postal adventures!
P.S. If anyone else out there happens to be undertaking a similar graduate application quest and wants to vent/stress out together/engage in a mutually beneficial proofreading swap, let me know!