My Winter Season Obsessions

Maybe it’s my ongoing refusal to fix (or actually brush) my hair, but I’m becoming increasingly obsessed with turbans. Anytime I see a girl wearing one in public, coupled with a cool pair of sunglasses or a fun shade of lipstick, I’m instantly struck with envy. I’m no fortune teller, but I foresee a trip to Joann’s Fabrics in my near future. I’m gonna rock that shit.

Little by little, I’m getting better at implementing this healthy habit into my monthly routine. Plus it helps cure my insomnia. Whether its a quick reread or a late arrival to the “what is everyone reading” party, I’m picking one book a month to read. This month is People I Want to Punch in the Throat by Jen Mann. I’m only on chapter two, and I’ve already proclaimed my fandom via Twitter. Next month’s pick: Wonder by R. J. Palacio.

I already know my husband is not going to be a fan of this new obsession of mine. But girl, I’m talkin’ Barbra Streisand nails! I figure I’m still young enough to say, “I’m just trying this out,” without people looking at me like I’m 31 going on 21. And something about sporting long nails makes me feel so…fancy. Worldly. I’m gonna wave that shit around like I’m Tom Cruise in Interview with the Vampire. “Oh, Louis…”

We’re moving. So while all my possessions hang out in cardboard boxes, taped up and locked away for the time being, it only makes sense to make a list of items I can’t live without. So far, I’m thinking Chucks, my Ralph Lauren wayfarers, Barnes & Noble monthly calendar, my Texans water tumbler, and my beloved laptop…and iphone…and headphones…damnit. This is going to be a long list. I’m so ashamed.

Je retourne à mes cours à L’Alliance Française. Je vais tous les lundis. I love it! Mais j’ai besoin de pratiquer…beaucoup. 🙂

I’m all about water this holiday season. Simple as that. I’m replacing all of my beloved beverages with a big fat glass of water. Mama’s gotta start taking care of her skin and digestive system. And I figure if I gulp down a huge bucket of water before this year’s Thanksgiving dinner, my chances of eating a hole through my mother’s china decreases by 15%…give or take.

Honorable Mention Restaurant matches, pale skin, Benedict Cumberbatch, Barbra Streisand circa 1973, headphones in the supermarket, fantasy football, hand lotion, Chinese Baoding balls, block scheduling, Sharpie, Q-Tips, mascara, less complaining, more hugging.