Flipflops in the Rain


all the cool kids read
June 29, 2010, 12:21 pm
Filed under: a few of my favorite things, geek chic, the cat's meow | Tags: , ,

i’m a bit of a book worm. i don’t mention it much (maybe only once?), but i’m pretty content wrapped up in my down comforter with a good book in one hand, a wine glass in the other and a fluffy cat in my lap. even better, subtract the comforter and lap cat and add a sea of bubbles and candlelight.

since moving back to a small town with not a lot to do and my books all packed away until i move into my own place in FOUR days, i’ve rediscovered the wonderfulness that is the library. these days, if i’m at home with some time to spare, i’m reading rather than watching guilty-pleasure tv.

a sneak peak at my (embarrassingly girly) bookshelf*:
-Spooky Little Girl by Laurie Notaro.
-Best Friends Forever by Jennifer Weiner.
-Pretty Little Mistakes by Heather McElhatton.
-The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger.
-A Stopover in Venice by Kathryn Walker.
-Confessions of a Rebel Débutante by Anna Fields.
-Pretty in Plaid by Jen Lancaster.

any suggested reads? (i’ve placed a hold on the crazy popular The Help by Kathryn Stockett and The Girl Who Played with Fire by Stieg Larsson.)

*apologies: i’m sorry, but i’m far too lazy to link to all of these. you can find them all by plugging these titles into a nifty tool i like to call google.



tiny steps and nerdy habits.

my grams is in town.

every time i say that, people around me groan. but the thing is, my grams is pretty effing fabulous. she travels the world regularly and forces me to eat ice cream. she’s the first in line for wine tasting at whole foods and doesn’t seem to sleep. truth be told, she’s wearing me out a lil.

but having her here allows me to embrace my less conventional and mildly nerdy side. i was in bed by 10 on saturday, i’m dying to start knitting again and i’m already halfway finished with ‘love in the time of cholera,’ a book i was just about to shelve. she reminds me that it’s okay to slow down and admire the scenery. she reminds it’s okay that i’m the only one of her grandkids who’s still single (and that it’s okay to admit that was even a concern for that itty bitty millisecond). she reminds me i still have time to learn to cook and paint and write the World’s Greatest Novel That’s Only Slightly Based on Real Events. she reminds me of the woman that i hope to some day be.

it’s almost 8:30. time to curl into bed, lose myself in a tragic love story, sob all over my cat and hopefully be asleep by 9. i have to finish this book before the weekend — grams and i are headed to Colonial Williamsburg for a brief history lesson Saturday.