reading about Maycomb, that tired old town, through the eyes of Scout. Favorite book. Every time. (& if you can’t name it, we can’t be friends.)
writing a grocery list for all of the cozy, comfort meals I’ve planned for this month. September was difficult with traveling and school starting. We ate out a bit too much. This month, things will be back to normal.
listening to Abbey Road. George Harrison rocks.
thinking it’s good to be a Marylander. GO ORIOLES!!! (& for the record, while I love a game at Nat’s stadium, it’s mainly for the awesome selection of food and the racing Presidents. Yay, Teddy!). My parents, who read this blog, can attest to that. I’ve always bled orange and black. Let’s just sweep my childhood crush on Brady Anderson under the bed skirt for right now….
smelling the first pot of veggie chili for the season. Mom’s recipe. Secret ingredient? Grape jelly.
wishing autumn would hurry up. The extended summer weather has put me at risk for Seasonal Affective Disorder. I need highs in the 50’s. Stat.
hoping my husband is having a great guys weekend with his best friends and their pops…. but he can come home any moment now.
wearing stripes. Are you surprised?
loving my winter bedding all over again. I couldn’t wait any longer. I missed the loftiness of the down, the crispness of the linen, and the weight of every single layer. These are a few of my favorite things….
wanting to get back into a workout routine. The scale hasn’t tipped… yet… but my 26 year-old body can’t hold out like this forever. Given this year’s schedule, it’s going to have to be mornings. 5:30 am- looks like we meet again.
needing not a whole lot. More on that to come. I’m tapping into my wants versus needs right now. It’s a peaceful, thankful way to be.
feeling better. Since September 5th I’ve been on at least one prescription drug every single day. Different reasons, different degrees of illness/pain/terribleness. I’ve thrown away 4 empty bottles in the past week. One more to go. I couldn’t be happier.
clicking through all of the pictures I took in this tiny little knick-knack store on South Congress in Austin, Uncommon Objects. Turned out it was the perfect place to begin really shooting in manual. Although, I’m not entirely sure I was allowed.
And, oh, sorry I didn’t make it to the blog last Sunday. (…..because last Sunday I was hungover, experiencing an allergic reaction to fire ants, and trying to enjoy my last hours in Austin, TX. Blogging wasn’t on my mind. Everyone deserves a bye-week, don’t they?)