These sneakers. My sneakers have always held up remarkably well, and these beauties have been no exception. Unlike my other tennis shoes—which I suspect are durable because they don’t necessarily get a lot of action—these get worn on the regular. I like to wear them with leggings and some skirts and dresses, just like I used to do in the third grade. Do I have the right ankles for this? No. Do I care? No.
This book. Part of the reason why I haven’t been posting as much in the last week or so is that I’ve been working more on a book. It’s a fantasy-romance which I lovingly refer to in conversations with my husband as wizard-p*rn. (This is mostly a joke, particularly considering how chaste the story is as of yet.) But the words are flowing and that makes me happy—even if they are draft words and I’m still not sure how entirely I’m getting to my ending.
These earrings. I’m a dangly earring connoisseur who has been lusting after these earrings ever since I discovered them on Instagram. If you know someone who likes earrings, they make a great gift; they make an outfit special and they’re often a splurge that a person might have trouble justifying for themselves. (Please spread this information to my baby, Raymond, who enjoys trying to rip them from my ears in a sneaky, and also terrifying, Gollum-like fashion.)
This cake and this beer. I take back *almost* anything negative that I’ve said about my husband, Daniel, because yesterday he surprised me with a cookie cake. And, in further proof that he adores me and wants me to be happy, he had the Food City employee write just my name on the cake in icing! It was like he wanted me to eat the whole thing. Another delicious treat I had yesterday: a sip of Pretentious Beer Co.’s New England Pale Ale. (I'm not positive that's the exact name of it.) This beer was the best that I’ve ever tried. It had a freshness to it, a crisp pear note at the end, that was delightful. Surprisingly, this beer made my husband, a beer snob (if you’re being negative) or a beer devotee (if you’re being positive, which I am because…cookie cake), happy as well. Our good friend Matt makes these beers and also crafts these beautiful glasses, and I can’t wait to check them out more once Raymond is weaned and my body is 100% my own again.
This scarf. Fall is coming people, and it is the time of year when I am at my best. Have any decade-long mysteries you need solved? I’m on the case! Need to confess something devious you’ve done to wrong me (maybe in our childhood? **hint hint**)? I can handle it! Need to talk to me before 9 am or after 9 pm? Give it a shot! I just might answer! These offers expire promptly when the leaves have fallen off the trees—then I’m a little bit of a sad sack until Christmas. I could, and one day will, give you a list of everything that I love about fall, but spoiler alert: one of the things is scarves, especially this one. I get compliments on this glorious gift all the time, and it makes me feel happy every time I wind it around my neck. Isn’t that what the best clothes should do?
Other things making me happy: the upcoming release of Robert Galbraith’s latest book, Lethal White; my toddler Sam coming up with more and more inventive things (i.e. “There’s a bad guy coming!” while we were at a restaurant); the Tennessee Aquarium; and my baby Raymond getting ready to walk. Also The Real Housewives of New York City. I’m finally getting ready to watch the “Reunion” episodes, and I love them because they’re an opportunity for all us who are owed the truth to get it. Roll the tapes, Andy! (I realize that I’m quite late on getting to these episodes, but thanks to On Demand justice will still be served.)