deliciousness

My heart skipped a beat when I saw these herringbone wonders. I am such a sucker for herringbone. Match it with studs and leather? Phew, be still my heart!

The little bird inside of me keeps thinking about trips, specifically one that takes me to NYC.

This past month, I was feeling a bit blue about my birthday. I was stressed and tired and wanted so desperately to be *more*. I had so much anxiety surrounding my ongoing quest to becoming a better person and a better Me.

I don't know exactly why I was being so hard on myself, I just knew that I wasn't there and it depressed me.

It wasn't until this past weekend that I started to really examine what I wanted to be different. The answers I came up with were to know more, to have things figured out, to be further along in life, love and my career. I felt like I was lacking and behind.

But the expectations and standards I was putting on myself were not realistic at all. Would my life be really that much better if I knew more? Could I really be any further along than where I am now? Who was I trailing behind and who is keeping track? No one.

Things are what they are and I can't second guess where I am now and how I got here. I'm still on this journey and I'm thankful that I get to continue it.

Today I turn 28 years old. And I'm exactly where I need to be.

I watched 500 Days of Summer and really loved the movie for its honest and frank look at relationships. Without giving too much away, I must say that I am still thinking about the end of the movie. Summer's answer to Tom's question when they are sitting on the bench is so hurtful but true, something that I have heard and experienced...little daggers to the heart.

Anyway, I happened upon this music video featuring Joseph Gordon-Levitt and Zooey Deschanel (who is singing) and fell in love with them a bit more. They are both so lovely.

I recently requested to re-post a blog entry from a friend, someone I met through Etsy of all places (but that is another story).

Why did I want to repost her entry? Well, I explained to her that this blog is dedicated to simple, small, and lovely things that make me smile and her blog entry earlier this year was one that I looked at all the time.

I told her, "Sometimes I read it and it makes me so happy, sometimes I read it and I cry a little...not because I'm sad, but because I want that so much for myself and it makes me yearn and feel hope. It is truly amazing that I can be so touched by something that you probably never intended to be read more than once."

I can't expect you to be as touched by it as I was, but I did want to share something that meant so much to me:

(About) Me and My Life

If someone sat you down when you were 17 and showed you a day in your life today, would you have liked the older you or would you have turned up your walkman, laid down on your bed and died, inconsolable? When life was still somewhere in the future and you could still dream of crushing love, world fame and revolutions, when OF COURSE it ALL could happen to you, and when hope was unconditional, would you have liked the person that you are today?

Sometimes I think about it and I think that, had someone shown me a crystal ball of me at 31, I probably would have closed my eyes and waited for sweet death. I mean, really?... Nothing, and I mean not one thing, turned out the way I dreamed it would.

At 17, I fell asleep at night dreaming of my days as a famous -and I mean !famous!- writer, professor, philosopher, inventor, supermodel, and adored bride of Bryan Adams.

I went to sleep at night feeling wonderful about my future life of yacht parties, chairing Board meetings and brushing my long, shiny hair. Ahhhh, the life of ME!.... It would be hard to choose what I should grow to be most famous for, and which continent to save in my future life. At the least, I knew I would have a PhD by the time I was 28, see Asia by 30, and in general just have a great wardrobe.

What happened between then and now is not important. But some mornings -like today, when the thing I woke up to was my dog WALKING ON ME and my to-do list is to sweep the basement and meet the washing machine repairman- I think about my 17-year old plans and feel very aware of how utterly different life turned out.

Here I am, 31. I never did meet Bryan Adams and we never fell in love next to my personal plane. I've never written a book and am sure that I'll never be a professor at Cambridge. My legs never did grow long and my nose never got any smaller. Instead of yachting about the Mediterranean, I spend my mornings in the muddy dirt of my little backyard, trying to figure out the weeds from the flowers. I can't wait for Friday nights to take a bath and sit quietly, in threadbare T-shirts and wool socks, next to Kim on the couch, drinking ice tea and reading books. My cat puts on accidental shows and I watch her roll around waving her paws for minutes, laughing dimwittedly with tears in my eyes. I have a room in my house where I bang things together and play every day. Simple things are grander than I could have pictured with my teenage imagination, and it is great.

At 17, I imagined love crushing and damned and ending (hopefully) tragically, with resentment and an emotional handicap. Instead, love has been happy and quiet and certain. No pauses, no awkward silences. Even though I've seen her every day for the last 4 years, I get giggly when I look over in the morning and she's still here. It's hard to explain how I never want to be without her, but I don't, ever, even now. I still smile every time when we meet after work. The other day, we were watching a fashion show on TV and I looked at a blazer and burst out, "Is that SHRIMP?!!!" Clearly, it was NOT shrimp; it was a blazer. And she just looked at me with a sparkle in her eye and said, "That's not shrimp, honey, but I do love you."

That's better than I could have dreamed, wouldn't you say?...

And then, there's this:

In October, Kim and I are going to have a baby.

The thing is, all these things that I have now would have seemed like so very little at 17, and yet they seem like more than I can even hold at 31. My spouse, my child, my home, my work, and endless hope that things will keep shifting.

Nothing is the way I thought it would be, but I guess somewhere along the way, I got lucky.

The best thing about Design Sponge is the lovely photos of people's homes. I totally envy the use of this wood in Anna's studio. Love!

I wish this would show up in my mailbox! Actually, I would welcome more snail mail in general. Hint, hint.

I'm not usually a fan of pink, but these shoes are irresistible. Sadly, another case of my feet being much (much) too large.