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.