1) My favorite youtube channel to haunt can be found here. It is called Christians Against Dinosaurs, and it has become a source of considerable entertainment. I mean…really. Just look at this screenshot. It’s pristine in it’s bizarre simplicity.
2) My new favorite artist is Lou Doillon. She quite takes my breath away. If you want to check out one of her music videos, you can enjoy my favorite tune right here. Seriously. Check her out.
3) I abstained from Facebook for lent. 40 days without it. So yay.
4) I’m teaching myself to play the ukulele. But I’m super bad at it. <weeps>
5) I love to cook pot roast in my crockpot. I don’t know why, but I find it completely comforting. Plus it requires minimal effort. Win-win.
6) One of my favorite things is my Benjamin wearing light blue. It just looks so clean. Like it’s mean’t to be.
7) I’m turning twenty-three next month. I feel like such a baby compared to Ben. But twenty-three feels like a fairly decent age. So that’s good.
8) I love to sew stuff by hand. There is something so inviting about my little sewing box, and when I’m tempted into a project I find myself completely satisfied. It’s nice, I guess. Now if only my sewing actually looked attractive.
9) I’d give just about anything to have a piano again.
And 10) I am recently experimenting with being a redhead. We’ll see how it goes long-term, but I’m liking it so far. But I confess to missing my dark brown sometimes…my freckles seem to approve of the red though.
There you have it. Hopefully a little push into blogging will help inspire me again.
Isn’t it frightfully easy to measure the less rosy aspects of life? I often mention how very good I am at complaining–and it’s true: it is practically effortless for me to identify and even catalog all the things that are just Not Right, or even Vaguely Inconvenient.
But…my life is pretty good. Truly.
1) I have a good job that I love. And it is only a ten minute drive from where I live. How is that for a bargain? I’ve read all those depressing articles about long commutes causing problems–no worries on my account.
2) I live in a lovely (albeit generic) apartment. My previous residence on Waldorf St. was NOT ideal, but our new place is pleasantly ordinary. And even a bit beautiful perhaps.
3) I have some truly lovely people in my life who care about me deeply. In the last year I stumbled into a haven of acceptance and support that sustains me still. And that is in addition to my family! I wish everyone was so lucky.
4) I have an amazing husband. He works his ass off to fulfill his dreams. And “I’m a part of that.”
5) I have a reliable and completely paid off car (her name is Hedwig) that gets me from point a. to point b. without worry. The heater works (an absolute must in these frigid Pennsylvanian temperatures), and my little Prius is so fuel-efficient that I justify my endless trips to VA without pang.
6) I have the most incredible family. I miss them every minute. All I want is for us all to live near each other and never move again.
7) I have a succulent that I have NOT killed, in spite of myself.
and 8) today is Saturday, and my Benjamin has a rare weekend off of work. The day is ours. And we get to spend it together. And tomorrow too! What richness.
Now if only I could factor some cake into this equation….
Holly Golightly: You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak: The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly: No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re just sad that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Paul Varjak: Sure.
Holly Golightly: Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany’s. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that’d make me feel like Tiffany’s, then – then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!
I suppose Holly and I have a lot in common. We both get the mean reds for sure. Only, instead of Tiffany’s (a store I pass frequently in the mall, but have never stepped into–I am somehow much too intimidated), I find my solace in the nearest Target.
I am typically an efficient sort of shopper. In fact, I almost race through most businesses, rapidly crossing things off my list and scurrying back to my car, purchases in tow. And yet…one simply cannot rush Target. That store somehow brings out the mosey in me. I step inside, languidly select a basket–knowing full well that I should just cut to the chase and get a cart–and slowly wend my way through the entire store.
Meyers sells candles apparently–did you know? Gardenia is likely my favorite, but the lavender or lemon verbena are suitable substitutes.
Ooooh–a wall tapestry–I could be the kind of person who has a wall tapestry, right?
So many kitchen utensils. So. Many. And I probably need them all, right? Probably.
Cheese plates! Gotta have two of those. Just in case.
Don’t even get me started on the storage bins.
And so you see. Target is my haven. My chevron paradise, located a convenient distance from my home. And I can even munch on popcorn while I walk. Who could ask for anything more.