Thanks for your patience. Issue 5 is coming SOON and here’s why it’s a little tardy…
Laura here, and I’m in England. The Motherland :)
A couple of weeks ago I embarked on a 10 day trip to the UK to see family and friends, as well as attend the wedding of a very dear childhood friend of mine. I spent a few days in London seeing the Sherlock Holmes museum, Camden market, and devouring an Indian curry on Brick Lane, before heading to Dorset for the big day.
Since I grew up with Emily, the bride, so many of my neighbours and friends from the village were going to be there for the weekend. It’s a day I looked forward to for a very long time.
The wedding was gorgeous. The short and sweet church ceremony was followed by a reception at a 15th Century Tudor Manor House, which is reportedly haunted by a monkey. It was an absolutely stunning English country wedding and everything went swimmingly.
We talked our heads off, ate far too much, danced, and then at around 11pm disaster struck. I was up on the dance floor when my knee suddenly gave way. It just… went, and I’m still baffled by how and why it happened. I wasn’t intoxicated (for once!), I had taken my heels off, and I barely did anything to prompt it. The doctor tells me it’s a common injury in sporty young women.
My leg gave way, and the next thing I knew I was on the floor surrounded by bright flashing lights and the surround of Pharrell’s “Get Lucky” blasting around me. Ugh, I’ll never be able to listen to that song in the same way. I lay there while the dance floor cleared and friends and family rushed to my side. As embarrassing as it was – lying down with my underwear on show in some sort of Bridget Jones nightmare – I was so, SO grateful to be surrounded by loved ones. My husband and sister calmed me down while my brother made jokes and a nurse-friend called an ambulance.
To cut a long story short, I had dislocated my knee in that moment and what followed was a night in the hospital, and then many more trips to the doctor, a lot of resting at my parents’ house, and now I’m about to start physio to continue the healing process.
It’s been an unexpected extended stay in England, and it has impacted the release of issue 5 of the magazine. We’re a very small team who wear many hats, and I’m afraid we haven’t been able to deliver as promptly as we had hoped. Rest assured though that Brandon and I are doing everything we can to get it out this week.
In the meantime, thank you for your patience! To everyone who has asked when the next issue is out, it means a lot that you’re eagerly anticipating it and the most accurate answer is, as soon as we possibly can!
Hugs, and be sure to take care on the dance floor :)
Image of Sherlock Homes museum courtesy of Ell Brown on Flickr. Used under the Creative Commons 2.0 License.