A happy spring break 'twas.
A pretty accomplished one, too.
Here's what I did:
- Baked strawberry yogurt scones, carrot cake egg-shaped cupcakes, chocolate-cherry-oatmeal cookies, and eclairs. In my pretty floral apron.
- Sewed the most beautiful green rose-print sweetheart princess-cut Easter dress with Madre.
- Watched "August Rush" with my best friend and her beau.
- Attended sunrise service and regular Easter church.
- Saw extended family for Easter lunch!
- Changed my nephew's diaper, played with him bunches, and kissed him a gazillion times.
- Went backpacking and camping with my Padre.
- Danced crazily to my favorite music.
- Decided on a new swimsuit to pine for... a blue sailboat-print balconet and hipster from VS.
- Went to Paducah to hit up the shops downtown and see two of my aunts.
- Wrote a huge linked cohort paper for American Government/Psychology.
- Drank some nice orange spice tea.
- Had my darling Julianna over for spaghetti and conversation.
- Made and devoured a delicious Belgian waffle (and a half). With maple syrup. And strawberries. And chocolate chips on the half.
- Read specifically gorgeous parts of "Atonement".
- Cleaned my parents' house numerous times. Laundry, dishes, vacuuming. It's therapeutic and my self-assigned duty when I come home.
Here's what I pretty much adore:
- Birthday cake, for one.
- Paninis!
- Small dark chocolate "buttons". I am addicted to chocolate.
- Baskets. (It's my mother's fault.)
- The idea of a tennis bracelet.
I think I might possibly want some Sperry's.
And I need some stationery.
When I get married, I'm going to use all my fine china. All the time.
I love the idea of mint juleps and the Kentucky Derby, because it reminds me of my favorite teacher, Mr. Metzger, who taught me senior English.
Must read: One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
Must try: Swiss muesli for breakfast. Mmm. I'm always looking for new delicious breakfasts.
So, here are some pretty elaborations about my break:
Strawberry yogurt scones were the bomb. Should've taken a picture. I took one to (best friend)Laken, stuck a candle in it, and gave it to her as part of her half-birthday present.
Carrot cake cupcakes were the bomb as well. Martha Stewart + my tweaking = DELICIOSO!Oh, and cream cheese icing can totally work with cocoa to make it chocolate. But so rich.
Chocolate-cherry-oatmeal cookies were quite good, but I won't make them again. Too much competition between the chocolate and the cherry. Takes away, really.
Haven't tried the eclairs yet. It was a Sunday afternoon project with Padre.
My dress is gorrrrrrgeous. Mom really made the better part of it, but I did help out. I'll post pictures. Oh! And Mom gave me her killer leather strappy t-strap sandals that I had convinced her to buy to wear to my sister's wedding last July (she only wore them once, at the wedding), and they go perfectly with my Abercrombie woven leather belt (which I finally figured out how to fasten properly) to make the dress look super-cute and casual. But when it's dressy, it looks fabulous with my nude patent leather flats. So cute!!
"August Rush" was a good movie. I don't know if I'd watch it again, but it was enjoyable.
Easter lunch was nice. A good portion the family (a cousin, her husband and two kids, her father and his wife) were gone to DisneyWorld (jealous!), but I did get to see my grandmother and one set of uncle-aunt-and-kids.
I freaking love my nephew.
Backpacking was glorious. So pretty. Not as challenging as I thought it'd be, but very enjoyable. Plus, I can brag about it to all my adventuresome boys.
Paducah: Ooooh. So, I went there the day before I had to leave to go back to college over Christmas holidays, and the cutest antique stores were closed (they close on Sundays and Mondays). I told Mom earlier over spring break that I wanted to go back at some point to finally get to see them. Well, I had also read to her about some awesome store on West End that sells Betsey Johnson dresses for $50, and told her I wanted to spend Friday with her... well, I had thought we'd be going to Nashville, but she misunderstood me and told her sister (my Aunt Charlotte) that we were going to Kentucky on Friday after she called her after work one day, and so we ended up going to Kentucky after all, and it was very nice. I got to go to all the cute little antique stores and eat lunch (a delicious Tuscan sandwich at this little German bakery called Kirchoff's... it was ham, portabella mushrooms, red bell peppers, and provolone on foccacia; Mom and I split one) with my two aunts (Charlotte and Betty, who just recently moved up there). The little Victorian antique place was the neatest; such pretty things, and the shopowner was from Switzerland and she talked the whole time we were there, about her meteorology-studying brilliant child and the winter wedding she had in Switzerland (snowflakes falling... soooo pretty). I got these GORGEOUS vintage rhinestone star-shaped earrings that look like some I saw from Tiffany's for $19, and a cream-colored pearl beaded clutch there, and some rhinestone drop earrings and a silver heart-shaped metal bowl from other shops, and I FINALLY got my beautiful little heart-shaped rhinestone shoe clips that I fell in love with in January but didn't buy because they were broken. I'm determined to fix them now, but I was too enamored to pass them up a second time. Kentucky was a success.
Spring break has been lovely. I'm sad to see it go. There are still some things I'd like to do, and places I'd like to go, but I suppose I can make it this one last month of my freshman year... crazy how fast it goes by. I wonder how much I've changed since it started. I know it's been a lot, but it's so hard to pinpoint it. I hope I don't have regrets about any of it; I know I've done some EXTREMELY stupid things this year, but I've learned a lot, and chilled out a lot, and grown up a lot. I could always do to grow up some more. I still have major food neuroticisms to overcome and I could definitely do to be nicer and more respectful (especially to my Father, who I just really often clash personalities with), but I'm on my way. I don't know who I'll be taking to my theatre prom (I'm SO glad I get a prom in college!!!!!), but I do have a killer dress (my black lace Betsey Johnson number I got for Christmas) and killer shoes (black kitten heels with cream polka dots and bows) and a couple of prospects. I'll probably end up bringing my darling but platonic friend Drew and have a ball with him, but it's just a little disheartening to not have any romantic potential with your prom date, you know? Hmm. I have my first college play to be in this month, which is super-exciting.
Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
sweets
I like to make beautiful things.
I like beautiful things.
blue
the sky a pool of water the sea
fairy lights on a cruise boat
paddle boat
sperry's
penny loafers
lemon poppyseed
dominos
marinara
calamari
pina colada
key lime
That was a nice little word association game.
Mmm.
Things that make me happy.
The following words are so pretty:
tutus milk and honey grand pianos a biscuit mahogany cake bavarian tulle toile french toast picnic basket.
I'm so list-oriented. All I do is write lists, all the time. During class, after class, during church, in my leisure, at ballets and plays, during work... lists, lists, lists. They're all I think about.
I stumbled upon good luck twice today. And told him happy break. He said my plans of backpacking inspired and impressed him. (Swoon.) He's vair attractive.
It would be quite nice if I really liked lemon. Lemon is such a nice thing to like... so fresh, clean, crisp. Like fruit air. I like it in small doses... a lemon poppyseed muffin, a blueberry-lemon scone, a taste of a lemon mousse-filled pastry.
I really like the Easter bunny sugar cookies Martha Stewart has on her website. They have little pink ribbons around their necks. That's my favorite part. I like her bunny-shaped folded-paper chains, too. And I like the little redheaded girl wearing a pink bunny ear headband with blush and a painted-pink nose. I love everything about Martha Stewart's website. And all her products. I just adore Martha Stewart.
My last birthday I had a tea party, and I made these lovely cinnamon-glazed scones. They were splendid. I love scones for so many reasons. I love the idea of them... sugary, crumbly sweet biscuits, filled with fruit or cream or something lovely. Small, dainty. Well-acquainted with tea. Fruit tea is my favorite. Tea is such a nice thing to like... it's polite and ladylike and proper; sweet and cool and smooth. Teapots are lovely, and teacups are lovely, and don't get me started on saucers! Oh, saucers. Think of a little lemon-colored kitten drinking milk out of a ceramic pink-and-gold trimmed saucer. It just warms your heart. I keep my prettiest brooches and hairpins in this little blue and yellow happy-patterned saucer on top of the pink plastic drawer set on my desk.
I always love either the season I'm in, or the one upcoming. Right now, I am swooning over dear spring. Oh, spring. Nothing is lovelier, I tell you! Warm, most pleasant weather. It's simply delightful. And all of the flowers and pretty plants that we begin to take for granted once we've seen them all year by autumn, the ones that disappear with the harsh, retributing cold winter; they come back and smile and remind us why we love them so. Daffodils, buttercups... my favorite. They grow wild out in front of the chipped white-painted picket fence that lies in front of where my old house used to be, and wave at you as you drive by. There's a patch of them that grows in the pasture in a little grove, shaded slightly by some tall trees. I love secrets like that, secret flowers. Especially when they're naturally secret. What I mean is, I do love the secret patio in front of the Belmont mansion with its wrought-iron tables with umbrellas and fountains and planted flowers and Opryland Hotel-esque balconies; it's just that I know it was made with the intention of being a secret place, and that makes it a little less appealing. If it's a secret that just happens, that you can truly just stumble upon... something that doesn't know it's a secret... those are the best.
Do you know what I would love to celebrate most of all? I would like to celebrate tea time every day, a sacred time of day. Probably four o'clock. And every day at four o'clock, I'd have a cup of tea and a little treat... something like a sweet biscuit, or a miniature scone, or a muffin, or a cookie, or a cupcake. Something fabulous, something absolutely fabulous. The tastiest thing ever. Something so tasty you only need that small bite of it, and to cherish it wholeheartedly, and then you have satisfaction unlike any other. When I grow up, I'm going to celebrate tea time every single day. I will have a special celebratory location; someplace sweet, like a pretty corner with good lighting, or a window seat, or a floral-patterned chair in a breakfast nook, or a small mossy spot underneath the best shade tree.
I am so glad that I am a girl.
I had the best muffin of my entire life on a cruiseboat last summer, when I went to Mexico (the most beautiful place) with my best friend. It was light orange in color, a sweet muffin. I couldn't ever think of a name for it besides "sweet muffin", and I'm not sure what was in it. I think it might have been carrot, but the carrot wasn't obvious if that's what it was. I don't remember it being citrus-y (ruling out the orange possibility), but it has been quite several months and I only got that one muffin; they didn't serve it the last morning. But it was wonderful while it did last.
I want to write my future daughter a book, a collection of all the stories that matter to me. I think she'd better understand me if I did that. I think I will.
I like beautiful things.
blue
the sky a pool of water the sea
fairy lights on a cruise boat
paddle boat
sperry's
penny loafers
lemon poppyseed
dominos
marinara
calamari
pina colada
key lime
That was a nice little word association game.
Mmm.
Things that make me happy.
The following words are so pretty:
tutus milk and honey grand pianos a biscuit mahogany cake bavarian tulle toile french toast picnic basket.
I'm so list-oriented. All I do is write lists, all the time. During class, after class, during church, in my leisure, at ballets and plays, during work... lists, lists, lists. They're all I think about.
I stumbled upon good luck twice today. And told him happy break. He said my plans of backpacking inspired and impressed him. (Swoon.) He's vair attractive.
It would be quite nice if I really liked lemon. Lemon is such a nice thing to like... so fresh, clean, crisp. Like fruit air. I like it in small doses... a lemon poppyseed muffin, a blueberry-lemon scone, a taste of a lemon mousse-filled pastry.
I really like the Easter bunny sugar cookies Martha Stewart has on her website. They have little pink ribbons around their necks. That's my favorite part. I like her bunny-shaped folded-paper chains, too. And I like the little redheaded girl wearing a pink bunny ear headband with blush and a painted-pink nose. I love everything about Martha Stewart's website. And all her products. I just adore Martha Stewart.
My last birthday I had a tea party, and I made these lovely cinnamon-glazed scones. They were splendid. I love scones for so many reasons. I love the idea of them... sugary, crumbly sweet biscuits, filled with fruit or cream or something lovely. Small, dainty. Well-acquainted with tea. Fruit tea is my favorite. Tea is such a nice thing to like... it's polite and ladylike and proper; sweet and cool and smooth. Teapots are lovely, and teacups are lovely, and don't get me started on saucers! Oh, saucers. Think of a little lemon-colored kitten drinking milk out of a ceramic pink-and-gold trimmed saucer. It just warms your heart. I keep my prettiest brooches and hairpins in this little blue and yellow happy-patterned saucer on top of the pink plastic drawer set on my desk.
I always love either the season I'm in, or the one upcoming. Right now, I am swooning over dear spring. Oh, spring. Nothing is lovelier, I tell you! Warm, most pleasant weather. It's simply delightful. And all of the flowers and pretty plants that we begin to take for granted once we've seen them all year by autumn, the ones that disappear with the harsh, retributing cold winter; they come back and smile and remind us why we love them so. Daffodils, buttercups... my favorite. They grow wild out in front of the chipped white-painted picket fence that lies in front of where my old house used to be, and wave at you as you drive by. There's a patch of them that grows in the pasture in a little grove, shaded slightly by some tall trees. I love secrets like that, secret flowers. Especially when they're naturally secret. What I mean is, I do love the secret patio in front of the Belmont mansion with its wrought-iron tables with umbrellas and fountains and planted flowers and Opryland Hotel-esque balconies; it's just that I know it was made with the intention of being a secret place, and that makes it a little less appealing. If it's a secret that just happens, that you can truly just stumble upon... something that doesn't know it's a secret... those are the best.
Do you know what I would love to celebrate most of all? I would like to celebrate tea time every day, a sacred time of day. Probably four o'clock. And every day at four o'clock, I'd have a cup of tea and a little treat... something like a sweet biscuit, or a miniature scone, or a muffin, or a cookie, or a cupcake. Something fabulous, something absolutely fabulous. The tastiest thing ever. Something so tasty you only need that small bite of it, and to cherish it wholeheartedly, and then you have satisfaction unlike any other. When I grow up, I'm going to celebrate tea time every single day. I will have a special celebratory location; someplace sweet, like a pretty corner with good lighting, or a window seat, or a floral-patterned chair in a breakfast nook, or a small mossy spot underneath the best shade tree.
I am so glad that I am a girl.
I had the best muffin of my entire life on a cruiseboat last summer, when I went to Mexico (the most beautiful place) with my best friend. It was light orange in color, a sweet muffin. I couldn't ever think of a name for it besides "sweet muffin", and I'm not sure what was in it. I think it might have been carrot, but the carrot wasn't obvious if that's what it was. I don't remember it being citrus-y (ruling out the orange possibility), but it has been quite several months and I only got that one muffin; they didn't serve it the last morning. But it was wonderful while it did last.
I want to write my future daughter a book, a collection of all the stories that matter to me. I think she'd better understand me if I did that. I think I will.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
rekindled
I really know how to have a good time.
Favorite songs are like old friends.
Dear High School Sweetheart,
I'm wearing the pretty blue German crystal bracelet you gave me when you came back from Europe. I still think it's the prettiest thing I own. I only wear it on special occasions since it's a little bit sacred.
I'm listening to that firefly song you did your freshman year of college.
I still have that birthday card Laken gave me on my sixteenth birthday that has the picture of the girl in the leopard-print coat and the boy carrying the pile of packages and a scribbled "Dustin" and "Kelly" that Laken wrote above their heads. It's affixed to my bulletin board so it's right in my line of vision whenever I sit down at my desk. Which is all the time I'm in my room here.
I thought you're supposed to go away to college and you lose all the feelings you had for your high school lovers, but I was wrong. I'm not in love with you, but I do still love you. I wouldn't say I'm still hung up over you, but I do have mini-conniptions when we run into each other and I am still playing the tape you recorded me when you went away to college. I still call you on your birthday. I think that still says something. It's just... what is that something?
I won't go back. I would have, but you made a few decisions I can't live with. And I've probably made decisions you can't live with.But I still wonder. Maybe I always will.
Saturday, March 15, 2008
fantasizing
You know, canary yellow and chocolate brown are my favorite colors.
Lemon desserts... or custardy desserts.... tasty things bright and yellow and cheery. Individual banana puddings. Chocolate truffles. Cheesecake. Lots of Father's cheesecake.
Wouldn't they make a splendid color palette for my future wedding?
Oooh ooh!
Oooh ooh!
Imagine this:
Canary yellow bridesmaids' dresses (tealength) [picture courtesy of J. Crew]
Lemon desserts... or custardy desserts.... tasty things bright and yellow and cheery. Individual banana puddings. Chocolate truffles. Cheesecake. Lots of Father's cheesecake.
Daffodil bouquets (My most favorite flower!), chocolate brown satin ribbons.
A simple, creamy ivory silk charmeuse bias-cut draped gown for me, with a huge chocolate brown taffeta sash tied into a bow in the back.
Dark, dark chocolate brown suits for ze boys. Lemon meringue-tinted dress shirts, even possibly.
Pearls, most probably.
Ivory driving gloves. A canary yellow vintage convertible to drive away in.
A spring wedding, I think. For the daffodils, you know. They are my favorite.
"The right word at the right time is like a custom-made piece of jewelry, And a wise friend's timely reprimand is like a gold ring slipped on your finger. Reliable friends who do what they say are like cool drinks in sweltering heat -- refreshing! Like billowing clouds that bring no rain is the person who talks big but never produces. Patient persistence pierces through indifference; gentle speech breaks down rigid defenses.
When you're given a box of candy, don't gulp it all down; eat too much chocolate and you'll make yourself sick; And when you find a friend, don't outwear your welcome; show up at all hours and he'll soon get fed up." Proverbs 25: 11-17
Oh, oh. Too much is not better than not enough.
and the rain rain rain came down down down
Marvelous Thursday, marvelous Friday.
Thursday.
75 degrees. Sundresses EVERYWHERE!
I wore: white Banana Republic v-neck top, yellow Banana Republic silk floral knife-pleat skirt, a denim jacket (collar popped), white antique beads, and grey/white striped skimmers.
Daffodils were out, smiling everywhere. I only had two classes, Acting and Math. Finished skits completely (C and I were the last to go), began Spoon River Anthology. Did some hands-on math learning (Mobius bands) and wrote my best friend a letter.
Spent the afternoon (once I finished my scholarship app) outside, lounging on Julianna's orange fluffy blanket and cartwheeling and stealing Drew's sweatshirt (pretending I was Best Friend in her boyfriend's sweatshirt). Then it was half a peanut butter sandwich in the caf, a two hour (rough) rehearsal (I need to learn how to fake-laugh believably), and off to Sanctuary to worship. And then lobby time, in which I had luck (as usual).
Friday.
About 60 degrees, cloudy cloudy.
One class, Gov't. Didn't pay attention, as usual. I need spring break! But I did write Best Friend another letter to stick in her envelope, and it was only an hour's worth of class, so it went by fast. Nondescript lunch. Met up with Julianna about two, hula hooped and listened to her read me an amazing and applicable bible proverb, then went to an AMAZING baseball game. We won.
Ate 1/3 an apple and a granola bar for dinner, but went out for cheesecake with the usual lunch-crew at Green Hills and had the chocolate Oreo Mudslide cheesecake (I was glad I tried something new, but I won't have it again)*. Then Julianna and I walked a quick lap around the mall, took a peek at our favorite store (PB Kids), swooned over the Easter goodies and sleigh cribs, and drove back to school to have some chill-time in the Lob. With strategic dancebreaks anytime anyone said "sunny." And a condensed game of CatchPhrase. And a teeny bit of luck by way of a 13-word conversation.
*Should have had...
It's rainy rainy today.
I ran around campus with my umbrella after breakfast of granola, a blueberry muffin, and some mixed fruit. I need to work on a paper and studying today. Wish me luck and productivity.
I bet the baseball game's canceled due to inclement weather.
Oooh, it's just postponed until two. It says to check back at noon. Hmm.
Thursday.
75 degrees. Sundresses EVERYWHERE!
I wore: white Banana Republic v-neck top, yellow Banana Republic silk floral knife-pleat skirt, a denim jacket (collar popped), white antique beads, and grey/white striped skimmers.
Daffodils were out, smiling everywhere. I only had two classes, Acting and Math. Finished skits completely (C and I were the last to go), began Spoon River Anthology. Did some hands-on math learning (Mobius bands) and wrote my best friend a letter.
Spent the afternoon (once I finished my scholarship app) outside, lounging on Julianna's orange fluffy blanket and cartwheeling and stealing Drew's sweatshirt (pretending I was Best Friend in her boyfriend's sweatshirt). Then it was half a peanut butter sandwich in the caf, a two hour (rough) rehearsal (I need to learn how to fake-laugh believably), and off to Sanctuary to worship. And then lobby time, in which I had luck (as usual).
Friday.
About 60 degrees, cloudy cloudy.
One class, Gov't. Didn't pay attention, as usual. I need spring break! But I did write Best Friend another letter to stick in her envelope, and it was only an hour's worth of class, so it went by fast. Nondescript lunch. Met up with Julianna about two, hula hooped and listened to her read me an amazing and applicable bible proverb, then went to an AMAZING baseball game. We won.
Ate 1/3 an apple and a granola bar for dinner, but went out for cheesecake with the usual lunch-crew at Green Hills and had the chocolate Oreo Mudslide cheesecake (I was glad I tried something new, but I won't have it again)*. Then Julianna and I walked a quick lap around the mall, took a peek at our favorite store (PB Kids), swooned over the Easter goodies and sleigh cribs, and drove back to school to have some chill-time in the Lob. With strategic dancebreaks anytime anyone said "sunny." And a condensed game of CatchPhrase. And a teeny bit of luck by way of a 13-word conversation.
*Should have had...
tiramisu cheesecake (Cheesecake Factory) [it's my favorite!]
It's rainy rainy today.
I ran around campus with my umbrella after breakfast of granola, a blueberry muffin, and some mixed fruit. I need to work on a paper and studying today. Wish me luck and productivity.
I bet the baseball game's canceled due to inclement weather.
Oooh, it's just postponed until two. It says to check back at noon. Hmm.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
time for a nap, I think...
I'm feeling a tendency towards regression. I want to relive and appreciate all my childhood memories. I'm not quite ready to foster these memories for a child of my own, but I realize they can't be mine anymore. I can't go back to Girl Scout camp or participate in an Easter egg hunt. The problem is that I don't understand where I DO fit.
I went to breakfast with a dear friend this morning. Breakfast is so sacred to me. Everything about it; the start of your day, the nourishment of your body, the peace of a new beginning.
I had an egg McBongo (an egg white with different kinds of cheese on an english muffin). Next time I'll opt out of the cheese, but it was quite good.
Coffee houses at nine o'clock are just so nice.
Spoon River time for Acting I! I've picked out my monologues (Elsa Wertman, Russian Sonia, and William and Emily). I'll be sad to see my previous skit done, but perhaps it is tired and my partner's heart's no longer in it.
Tomorrow is the beloved baseball game. Cannot wait. It's going to be 65 degrees. Sunny skies. I wish I had my sunglasses. I shall persevere, however.
lots of lists today (it was classtime)
wafer sandwich cookies
rocket popsicles
watermelon popsicles
the zoo
animal crackers
popcorn in a hotdog bun
dinosaurs
giraffes
rhinoceros
chandeliers
trick-or-treating
Neopolitan
french toast
kites
wrought iron
coffee shop
tea sandwich
crumpet
biscotti
english muffin
blackberry pie
horseback riding
red grapes
Saltines
J. Crew
sailboat
wave pool
tennis
paint can
painting
easels
raisin oatmeal
salmon
sandbox
Easter egg hunts
Easter baskets
picnic baskets
wicker
meteorology
vineyard
tangerines
scrapbooking
hot tea
scalloped edges
galoshes
baseball
pancakes
biscuits
rainforest
treehouses
treasure
babies
sandcastles
library
children's books
macaroni
apple orchard
I went to breakfast with a dear friend this morning. Breakfast is so sacred to me. Everything about it; the start of your day, the nourishment of your body, the peace of a new beginning.
I had an egg McBongo (an egg white with different kinds of cheese on an english muffin). Next time I'll opt out of the cheese, but it was quite good.
Coffee houses at nine o'clock are just so nice.
Spoon River time for Acting I! I've picked out my monologues (Elsa Wertman, Russian Sonia, and William and Emily). I'll be sad to see my previous skit done, but perhaps it is tired and my partner's heart's no longer in it.
Tomorrow is the beloved baseball game. Cannot wait. It's going to be 65 degrees. Sunny skies. I wish I had my sunglasses. I shall persevere, however.
lots of lists today (it was classtime)
wafer sandwich cookies
rocket popsicles
watermelon popsicles
the zoo
animal crackers
popcorn in a hotdog bun
dinosaurs
giraffes
rhinoceros
chandeliers
trick-or-treating
Neopolitan
french toast
kites
wrought iron
coffee shop
tea sandwich
crumpet
biscotti
english muffin
blackberry pie
horseback riding
red grapes
Saltines
J. Crew
sailboat
wave pool
tennis
paint can
painting
easels
raisin oatmeal
salmon
sandbox
Easter egg hunts
Easter baskets
picnic baskets
wicker
meteorology
vineyard
tangerines
scrapbooking
hot tea
scalloped edges
galoshes
baseball
pancakes
biscuits
rainforest
treehouses
treasure
babies
sandcastles
library
children's books
macaroni
apple orchard
Sunday, March 9, 2008
firefly firefly
I have a weakness for frozen dessert.
Of course ice cream will always hold an enormous place in my heart, but really, whatever sweets I have, they need to be collllld.
Hence, my adoration for frozen cookies (especially oatmeal chocolate chip!). I've eaten a gazillion and eighteen hundred frozen sugar cookies this weekend, and I even prefer my tweaked-Martha whole-wheat soft chocolate chip after it's been sitting in the freezer for a bit.
Which sort of messes with the whole point of it being a SOFT cookie.
Oh well.
Refrigerated desserts do me well, too. I like a good chilly tiramisu or cheesecake or creme brulee. I like cold strawberry pie in the heart of summer (the kind you stick your fingers in and they come out all reddish pink and then you're quite literally red-handed). Mallory cake, as well as the classic coconut cake, belongs in the refrigerator as well.
Even my fruits I prefer to be cold.
Something about the crispness of a cold, stark apple cut into pristine little cubes makes me really happy.
It just makes things fresher.
I've been nursing my creative side this weekend. Mary Englebreit inspired me to make a little ruffle-flapped backpack Friday night, and that sent me on a ruffle kick Saturday. I'm in the process of completing a darling floral ruffled apron right now.
I need some Brian Wilson, I'm thinking. Good vibrations? Yes, much.
I also need some cream-colored tights. And a big, floppy straw hat with a big black ribbon. To wear with a black silk cocktail dress in the summer on a veranda having dinner and Shirley Temples with somebody really spectacular.
I don't want to be a political scientist or a senator or an actress or anything anymore. I want to be a designer for children's things. That's what I want.
Of course ice cream will always hold an enormous place in my heart, but really, whatever sweets I have, they need to be collllld.
Hence, my adoration for frozen cookies (especially oatmeal chocolate chip!). I've eaten a gazillion and eighteen hundred frozen sugar cookies this weekend, and I even prefer my tweaked-Martha whole-wheat soft chocolate chip after it's been sitting in the freezer for a bit.
Which sort of messes with the whole point of it being a SOFT cookie.
Oh well.
And I do love frozen Hershey's pie.
Refrigerated desserts do me well, too. I like a good chilly tiramisu or cheesecake or creme brulee. I like cold strawberry pie in the heart of summer (the kind you stick your fingers in and they come out all reddish pink and then you're quite literally red-handed). Mallory cake, as well as the classic coconut cake, belongs in the refrigerator as well.
Even my fruits I prefer to be cold.
Something about the crispness of a cold, stark apple cut into pristine little cubes makes me really happy.
It just makes things fresher.
I've been nursing my creative side this weekend. Mary Englebreit inspired me to make a little ruffle-flapped backpack Friday night, and that sent me on a ruffle kick Saturday. I'm in the process of completing a darling floral ruffled apron right now.
I need some Brian Wilson, I'm thinking. Good vibrations? Yes, much.
I also need some cream-colored tights. And a big, floppy straw hat with a big black ribbon. To wear with a black silk cocktail dress in the summer on a veranda having dinner and Shirley Temples with somebody really spectacular.
I don't want to be a political scientist or a senator or an actress or anything anymore. I want to be a designer for children's things. That's what I want.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
no eclairs today
It snowed today. Best snow of the season. Best snow in a couple of years, really.
It warranted a cup of hot dark cocoa, a substantial sledding route, a couple of snowmen, a snow angel, a drive around the farm with my father, and a collaborative snow sculpture of a wedding cake (complete with snowbride and snowgroom atop the fourth tier).
True blue skies, blankets of snow, fir trees, an early morning, crisp air, that bright sheen into the windows, and hot drinks. Glorious.
I've got to get a grip on my healthy behavior decision-making. Not doing so well. Opting not to exercise, opting to bake and eat fourteen thousand pounds of cookies at a time, not taking off my makeup before bed, and sleeping all the time. It's dragging me down. I have to stop. I have to start anew. I wish I'd just DO it. I'm going to. Tomorrow. Well, of course, I'm going to exercise TONIGHT to prove to myself that I'm serious about it, but you know. The start of a new week just goes well with the start of a new behavioral pattern. Right?
Isn't it just sort of remarkable whenever something outrageously romantic happens to you? I'd rather say "glorious", but I use that a little too much here lately, so "remarkable" will have to do. But really.
I was walking to acting class on Thursday, reading my script aloud, when out of the blue, I hear, "KELLY!" I look up, and on the fourth floor of the parking garage, the boy that makes my face hurt is standing, waving. My mouth dropped open, I yelled, "Wait just a minute!" and bounded up the flight of stairs to get up there. I looked at him in astonishment (not something out of the ordinary when it comes to interactions with him) and he explained that he was in town and thought he'd drop by to leave a note on my car and happened to see me walking by.
This is also the boy I visited in January, the occasion that found me in his dorm room having a picnic on a quilt with chicken salad, two blue sparkly cupcakes, hummus, water bottles with blue plastic cups, and a baguette (yes, that's right, a baguette!), wrapped in parchment paper with a ribbon bow. As Judy Garland and the Postal Service and Norah Jones played quietly on his iPod from its windowledge perch. All of this at the college that distinctly resembles historic England, on a snowy day.
All the things that happen with this boy are that way; too perfect to actually seem real.
Which is why I decided I was more in love with the idea of the whole thing than the actuality of it and tossed it aside at the beginning of February. (Well, that, and the three strikes against him from our February outing to the State Capitol...)
So how did I respond to the ridiculously romantic occurrence on Thursday? I smiled and mentioned that I was on my way to class, and within two minutes, left to go to said class and that was that.
If I had been in love with him, I would have skipped it.
If we were in love with one another, we'd run away and do all sorts of ridiculously romantic things gallavanting around. And that would be all that mattered.
But we're not in love with one another.
We are not boyfriend and girlfriend.
We are not college sweethearts.
And frankly, I think we're both quite fine with that.
I won't give him up completely. But my heart wanders elsewhere in the meantime.
So. Onto the great American pastime!
I hear our baseball team didn't fare so well this afternoon in the grand city of Jacksonville. (from anonymous sources and by that I mean my darling friend Julianna, who managed to find a live-feed site that documents our team's progress.) But alas, alas, they will do splendidly this Wednesday when we play, and with much luck, both my darling friend's and my crushes will get some game time we can witness.
Ooooh, I love baseball.
It's supposed to be sixty-three degrees this Wednesday. Let's hope so.
The past two games I've been to, I've frozen halfway to death, regardless of the layer upon layer of clothing that I wear and pack and apply as the games progress.
Silly winter. It's time for spring. Especially now that my darling significant snow day has arrived and gone... it is officially time for warm weather that stays.
I'm so tired of school. I don't know exactly what I want to do with my life, but schooling isn't it. Of course it's an essential step in accomplishing whatever it is I have to do to do what I want to do with my life, but still.
I love the weekend.
a list inspired by my ex-roommate
kentucky derby
sundresses
sunglasses
sun hats
pillbox hats
big, floppy straw hats
mint juleps
Mr. Metzger
gin and tonic
horses
flowers
wreaths
hooves
horseshoes
bleachers
cucumber sandwiches
It warranted a cup of hot dark cocoa, a substantial sledding route, a couple of snowmen, a snow angel, a drive around the farm with my father, and a collaborative snow sculpture of a wedding cake (complete with snowbride and snowgroom atop the fourth tier).
True blue skies, blankets of snow, fir trees, an early morning, crisp air, that bright sheen into the windows, and hot drinks. Glorious.
I've got to get a grip on my healthy behavior decision-making. Not doing so well. Opting not to exercise, opting to bake and eat fourteen thousand pounds of cookies at a time, not taking off my makeup before bed, and sleeping all the time. It's dragging me down. I have to stop. I have to start anew. I wish I'd just DO it. I'm going to. Tomorrow. Well, of course, I'm going to exercise TONIGHT to prove to myself that I'm serious about it, but you know. The start of a new week just goes well with the start of a new behavioral pattern. Right?
Isn't it just sort of remarkable whenever something outrageously romantic happens to you? I'd rather say "glorious", but I use that a little too much here lately, so "remarkable" will have to do. But really.
I was walking to acting class on Thursday, reading my script aloud, when out of the blue, I hear, "KELLY!" I look up, and on the fourth floor of the parking garage, the boy that makes my face hurt is standing, waving. My mouth dropped open, I yelled, "Wait just a minute!" and bounded up the flight of stairs to get up there. I looked at him in astonishment (not something out of the ordinary when it comes to interactions with him) and he explained that he was in town and thought he'd drop by to leave a note on my car and happened to see me walking by.
This is also the boy I visited in January, the occasion that found me in his dorm room having a picnic on a quilt with chicken salad, two blue sparkly cupcakes, hummus, water bottles with blue plastic cups, and a baguette (yes, that's right, a baguette!), wrapped in parchment paper with a ribbon bow. As Judy Garland and the Postal Service and Norah Jones played quietly on his iPod from its windowledge perch. All of this at the college that distinctly resembles historic England, on a snowy day.
All the things that happen with this boy are that way; too perfect to actually seem real.
Which is why I decided I was more in love with the idea of the whole thing than the actuality of it and tossed it aside at the beginning of February. (Well, that, and the three strikes against him from our February outing to the State Capitol...)
So how did I respond to the ridiculously romantic occurrence on Thursday? I smiled and mentioned that I was on my way to class, and within two minutes, left to go to said class and that was that.
If I had been in love with him, I would have skipped it.
If we were in love with one another, we'd run away and do all sorts of ridiculously romantic things gallavanting around. And that would be all that mattered.
But we're not in love with one another.
We are not boyfriend and girlfriend.
We are not college sweethearts.
And frankly, I think we're both quite fine with that.
I won't give him up completely. But my heart wanders elsewhere in the meantime.
So. Onto the great American pastime!
I hear our baseball team didn't fare so well this afternoon in the grand city of Jacksonville. (from anonymous sources and by that I mean my darling friend Julianna, who managed to find a live-feed site that documents our team's progress.) But alas, alas, they will do splendidly this Wednesday when we play, and with much luck, both my darling friend's and my crushes will get some game time we can witness.
Ooooh, I love baseball.
It's supposed to be sixty-three degrees this Wednesday. Let's hope so.
The past two games I've been to, I've frozen halfway to death, regardless of the layer upon layer of clothing that I wear and pack and apply as the games progress.
Silly winter. It's time for spring. Especially now that my darling significant snow day has arrived and gone... it is officially time for warm weather that stays.
I'm so tired of school. I don't know exactly what I want to do with my life, but schooling isn't it. Of course it's an essential step in accomplishing whatever it is I have to do to do what I want to do with my life, but still.
I love the weekend.
a list inspired by my ex-roommate
kentucky derby
sundresses
sunglasses
sun hats
pillbox hats
big, floppy straw hats
mint juleps
Mr. Metzger
gin and tonic
horses
flowers
wreaths
hooves
horseshoes
bleachers
cucumber sandwiches
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