Author: Stacy Horn

Although I was not happy with Michelle’s choice on this night of all nights. I didn’t hate it, but it wasn’t up to the moment, and it was so visually confusing (jacket? shrug? part of the dress?) that it was distracting.  Usually I love her choices though, so I’m not concerned, and everyone else in the family looked great. The girls’ outfits were head to toe amazing.  Good God, what a beautiful family.  Look at them.

Fashion-watching-wise I’m in heaven.   Michelle Obama will fill the vacancies created by the sad deaths of Princess Diana and Carolyn Bessette Kennedy.  Two fabulous dressers who I miss to this day.  (Don’t mean to reduce them to fashion entertainment, but they had serious skills.  What can I say.)

As I said, I’m going to be ruthlessly going through my own closet and trying to determine what to keep and what to donate to charity, not that charity would even want anything of mine. I do not have serious skills.  I need Tim Gunn, but that’s not realistic.  Actually, who do I know who is good at this?  I never even thought to ask anyone to help me.  Hmmmm.

This was taken in Times Square by a guy on Echo named Mike Caffrey.  Love this shot.  (I should have been there.  Mutter.  Mutter.)

The one with Sarah Palin sitting in the oval office? Check it out now.  You will cry.

<— And this is just further proof the universe is in a good mood.  Today at Balduccis, Stacy-size pumkin pie!  Wait. You can’t tell how small that is.  I should have put something else in the picture for scale.

Sigh.  I am very tired.  Like I’ve been tense for months and now I can finally relax.

Thank God for all the good TV on tonight!  I don’t think I can think.  What do we got? America’s Next Top Model, Criminal Minds, something else, I’m forgetting something. Oh God, only my favorite show!!  BONES!!

I’m nervous about tomorrow.  Tomorrow is my first time giving a tour of ground zero. I’m just the support tour guide, not the main one, and I’ll do this until they think I’m ready to lead the tour, but still.  I’m still scared.  And I still have to tell my 9/11 story. SCARY.

You’re out of the woods 
You’re out of the dark 
You’re out of the night 
Step into the sun, step into the light … 

Keep straight ahead 
For the most glorious place 
On the face of the Earth 
Or the sky 

Hold onto your breath 
Hold onto your heart 
Hold onto your hope 
March up to the gate 
And bid it open.

From The Wizard of Oz. Nice, isn’t it? I never knew the words beyond that first stanza, but it’s great all the way through. Here’s another Times article that just makes me happy. I’ve been tearing up all day.

What was I thinking?  But I was so tired.  I fell asleep with my laptop on my lap, after checking TalkingPointsMemo, DailyKos, Fivethirtyeight and the Times for the hundredth, billionth time.  I missed some celebrations of the century out there.  I’m trying to repress the self-loathing, but it’s a struggle.

That aside, I tear up every time I really start to think about what happened.  I started to cry reading this Times article about reactions around the world.

Oh God, could it be??  A very intelligent, educated, informed, thinking man is about to take charge.  Barack taught constitutional law!  Hell, our new First Lady Michelle graduated from Princeton and Harvard.  Someone who was introduced as a mentor to both at Harvard said he actually thought Michelle was the one. And then there are the Bidens!  

But someone who doesn’t talk to us like children, who doesn’t see the world as a child, but appreciates the complexities of life, the world, issues, oh hell, freaking everything, is stepping up to the plate. I can’t wait to see who he picks for his cabinet, who he surrounds himself with!! Oh god, oh god, oh god.  The possibilities.  It’s a new world.  Money for science and discovery and education and not just war!! Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Here is Buddy, looking with hope towards the future.  Or a pigeon.