If you were following our Instagram stories this weekend, then you would have noticed that I was able to take a quick trip home to Utah to see Sam! I attended some events with her, ate all the Swig (if you aren’t from Utah, that weird word means treat HEAVEN), and got some quick family time in. When I woke up this morning in my own house after a whirlwind trip, I couldn’t figure out where I was for a second, and when I did, the inevitable wave of homesick sadness came over me. This always happens after I come back across the country, FAR away from my people, and I have done it enough times now that I know just what to do: swaddle. Swaddling is what I like to call a time of self care, where you may be feeling emotionally or physically delicate and need some comfort. You know, like you swaddle a baby.
For me swaddling happens in phases. The first might include cozy clothes that feel like blankets (like this Pink Blush cardigan), carbohydrates, and listening to Adele. After phase one is complete, you might move on to baking, reality TV (The Bachelor right now is just the right crazy), and an outing to Trader Joes for ONLY chocolate-covered potato chips and fresh flowers. Phase 3 might be time alone in Target, or out with friends, but don’t push it. Feel free to stay in phase 1 or 2 as looooong as it takes. There is plenty of Adele to go around and I mean, you’re gonna need your carbs for strength.