1. Anything Sparkly
I don’t care if it’s a necklace, a cuff, or a cocktail ring. Metallic liquid eyeliner [gold holiday eyeliner…uuuuuuugh, I neeeeeed it], bright lipstick, shimmery eye shadow – does not matter to me in the slightest. Given the fact that I work in the cosmetics industry, I suppose you could chalk my obsessive, ahem, “research” on Sephora.com up to “professional development.” Or maybe not. But whatever. If it glitters, it probably makes me giddy and I would therefore like it somewhere on my body. Please and thank you.
2. Family dinners
Call me a firm believer in the traditional, but I don’t think there is anything better than an evening where I’m sitting at a table with the people I love most, eating delicious food. I have been given the unbelievable gift of a little sister who is also my best friend, and after over twenty years of sharing a bedroom in our parents’ home, we’ve now chosen to live together in our own little apartment with a couple of other girlfriends. We’ve fallen into the loveliest rhythm of life and our family dinners have been a grounding force in an otherwise bizarre season of transition.
Also, Shelby’s cooking is pretty delightful… it doesn’t suck to come home to roast chicken, risotto, and white wine is all I’m saying.
I die. That’s all I can say about this show – that and thank God for OnDemand so that I can watch it whenever the cuss I want it. It slays me. Like, who are these people?! Why would someone sign up for this? Who knew the average body could contort like that?? The obstacles are so ridiculous, the contestants are so outrageous, the hosts are so excessive (i.e., direct quote, in regards to a contestant: “He was built from the spare parts of a lawn mower and a Teddy Ruxpin.” WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!) Too much. My roommates and I laughed so hard and loud while we were watching this show, our downstairs neighbors literally pounded on the door until we stopped. But they’ve moved now, so I can cackle in peace. Again: thank God.
4. Christmas music.
Hater’s gonna hate and that’s just fine. It’s not going to stop me from listening to Amy Grant and Michael Buble and Josh Groban and Barbra Steisand’s Christmas albums pretty much exclusively for the next two months. Christmas Pandora station: check. Readymade playlists for whatever type of Christmas mood I happen to be in: check. On cue tears for whenever I hear “I’ll Be Home for Christmas”: check check check. Playa, please – I’ve been preparing for this since June. Ask any of my roommates or the confused trick-or-treaters who came to my door. But seriously, chill out. I’m saving Christmas movies for at least another week. IT’S FINE, OKAY?!
Like so many people who guest write/spotlight on this blog, I too traveled the world recently. I know, I know – it sounds glamorous, and on days where you raft the Nile or cuddle with tigers, it is. But most days involved a lot of sweat, a fair share of bugs, and small mountains of rice. Bathing was not the luxurious, often frivolous thing that it is at home; best case scenario still left you using a quick dry towel like a ShamWow for your bod and then sweating five minutes after you finished. So now that I am home, I revel in my bathing and take every opportunity I can to turn my bathroom into a medi-spa of facials and pumpkin pie scented bubble bath. My velvety, blue bathrobe is one of those little pleasures every morning that reminds me of just how lovely the day could be, if I choose to see it that way.
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