Legendary
+ Magnetic wallpaper! How fun is this?! Next house, this is going in a powder room (wallpaper like this transforms half-baths into powder rooms).
+ Etiquette and manners. If I had a posse, Emily Post would be in it. (Okay, so it's an imaginary posse of ghosts. Details.) I'm kind-of a stickler for them (I know, shocker, this doesn't fit with my personality at all), and I'm always impressed when other people display that they matter to them too. I believe I have my grandparents to thank for this in large part (parental units too of course), as I went to a lot of nice restaurants with them when I was young. We ate where they wanted to eat and we ate on their schedule. Was I always excited about that? Probably not, but it stuck with me, and I value the lessons I learned from them. No surprise then that I hope we can get manners to stick with Josephine too. This seems like a fun way to start.
+ Moms (and dads!) in the photos with their kids. This is especially relevant with the holidays - and photo card frenzy - right around the corner. I know, I know, your kids ARE cute, but I knew you before I knew your kids, and I happen to like seeing you too. So do it for your card recipients, but more importantly, do it for your kids.
+ This is the most beautiful food truck I've ever seen. Added to the to-do list for my next trip out to San Fran.
+ Cider mills, hot donuts, apple cider, and the explosion of color happening on the trees right now, almost makes colder weather bearable.
Lame
- Almost, but not quite. Cold weather stinks. If you need me, I'll be in front of a space heater until May.
- There is no pink (just to be clear, that's legendary, not lame), so why do baby clothes designers continuously put out little girl clothing that looks like a box of glitter/gang of Barbies/basket of fairies exploded on them. Enough already!
4 comments:
love this post!
Thanks Kat :)
once at the really roundhouse, even yer dad very little, the table packed tight all around, Gil up, probly tending ableskivers, asked Lyndean "What do you say?" and i whispered to her very quietly "you're welcome" which she echoed out loud and glad for the prompt—and she caught hell because it was supposed to be "thank you" (as usual). oh my, how i've felt bad and laughing simultaneously deep inside until this day. we were quite rambunctious spirit-mates, she and i. i've missed her so all forty years she's gone. thank you for sparking memories of every one a them ancestors of yours.
Oh that's awesome, thank you for sharing Marty!
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