Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens …
Things I’ve Loved Recently – A list.
1) Books. In the last two months, I’ve read: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (average; a little convoluted; focuses on 9/11 aftermath); State of Wonder (okay; airporty (that’s a word – of or like something read in an airport); These Is My Words (Diamond. Loved.) and Dovekeepers (ADORED. Still thinking about it. Fascinating and one of the best researched books I have ever read.) Read the last two, but if you only choose one, read The Dovekeepers.
2) Cupcakes. Nutella cupcakes with nutella frosting. Look. I don’t cook. I don’t bake. I hate all things related to, associated with and/or involving either of the above two including talking about recipes and reading about recipes and I AM STILL putting this recipe right here because it’s so freaking easy that I have made it twice in the last month.
Whisk 1/2 cup nutella and 1 egg; add 5 tablespoons flour and mix until creamy. Spoon into mini-muffin tin and bake at 350 degrees 11-12 minutes. Leave gooey. Frost with nutella. Makes 12 mini cupcakes. These can be popped in your mouth whole. I warned you.
3) TV. Masterpiece Classic Theater.
More precisely Downton Abbey. Are you watching this? Are you insane? Watch it. That link will take you to PBS. It’s breathtaking. The costumes. The story. The servants. The lords and ladies. The drama. The war heros. My god, THE DRESSES. The gorgeous period dresses. The men in tuxedos. The men in tuxedos fighting over gorgeous ladies in dresses. If you don’t understand by now, I can’t help you. Your TV choices are dead to me.
Ahem. Also, lest you think I am more sophisticated than I am. Dance Moms and The Bachelor. Why? you ask and rightly so. Why this drivel, why these dregs of American reality TV culture? The answer is simple: The delicious, delicious crazy.
4) Words. I love words with interesting origins. Reading something obnoxious on the internet that I shouldn’t have been reading a few weeks ago (see above re: my affinity for delicious crazy), I learned my new favorites: wagonhalt and fremdschamen. Both are of German origin and refer to a feeling of shame by proxy. “Such profound embarrassment for another that you have to leave the scene.” “Vicariously embarrassed for someone else.” Both words invoke a deep wish that the person in question would stop their actions immediately and end the discomfort.
Wagonhalt is my favorite. It literally means “STOP THE CAR!” As in, oh my god, STOP THE CAR! LET ME OFF!, I am so embarrassed for you that I can’t bear to watch another second. These words are made for reality TV. I’ve taken to shouting them at my favorite crazies on The Bachelor regularly. What? Are you feeling embarrassed for me?
New favorites in the dreamy, jealousy-inducing writing department and also in the ‘I’d really like to take them out to lunch’ department.
Steph of Adventures in Babywearing.
Galit of These Little Waves whom I HAVE taken out to dinner and miss. Can you miss someone you’ve met only once?
6) Toys. Have three to six year olds? Buy these. Now. Run. (Button batteries required. Some people don’t like these for safety reasons, but these bugs are well made and I have yet to see one of my little Houdinis open the battery compartment.) Buy their fancy little tracks too. Also, buy lots of button batteries. Also, when they get left on and under a couch, you will want to kill yourself by overdosing on button batteries because OMFG. THE BUZZING? WHERE IS THE BUZZING COMING FROM? IT’S IN MY HEAD. HEX BUGS ARE IN MY HEAD! GET THEM OUT. Ringing endorsement, I’m aware, but my kids play with these for hours.
7) Turquoise. The master suite is finished. Finite. Over. Done. No more dust. It’s gorgeous and my deep, rich neutrals work perfectly. Pictures coming whenever I get my act together. The walls are storm gray and the furniture is espresso and the bedding is deep, deep chocolate brown. Now I am obsessed with adding an accent color. I’m leaning toward turquoise because of some artwork in the room and because it’s so in your face cheerful. Kind of annoying, really. Yes, I am snarking about a color behind its back. Wagonhalt! Stop the car! Halt the wagons!
And there you have it. Silver white winters that melt into springs, these are a few of my favorite things … (If only. Still firmly winter here on the arctic tundra with no melting whatsoever.)
Spread the cheer, tell me some things you’ve loved lately!