grand life lessons
When flying off a bike and onto a snowy street, position your hips so as to bruise both your legs equally. Enjoy a week of dancing to “Single Ladies” with epic Beyonce-sized thighs.
When pondering the clothing conundrum the sleet/hail/rain/snow weather tantrum throws you into, let your feline zen master’s unspoken advice beguile you. Stay inside with your furriest slippers on.
When the day’s prospects seem bleak from a 9am vantage point, drink milky coffee from the speckled dragonfly mug your best pal gave you as a reminder of the tween pop hit “Dragonfly” you wrote together when you still lived on the same island. Hum it on repeat the rest of the day.
Happy Friday, friends!
yep.
pretty much. (:
That toast looks so good!
It’s a deadly combination, goats’ cheese and raspberry jam…
Happy Friday to you too. Enjoy your weekend!
is that cheese and jam on toast. mmmmmm
Yessum! And lovely hefty wholegrain bread.
I love cheese and jam sandwiches, with a crunchy layer of salted crisps {potato chips} mmmmmmmm
Oh wow. Sounds like a flavour bomb!
I was just pondering the size of Beyonce’s thighs last week. I was trying to imagine how big they are in real life. No judgment. That girl is strong, but those are some biiiig thighs. Ha!
Here’s what the amazing Tina Fey has to say about that in her book Bossypants:
“But I think the first real change in women’s body image came when JLo turned it butt-style. That was the first time that having a large-scale situation in the back was part of mainstream American beauty. Girls wanted butts now. Men were free to admit that they had always enjoyed them. And then, what felt like moments later, boom—Beyoncé brought the leg meat. A back porch and thick muscular legs were now widely admired. And from that day forward, women embraced their diversity and realized that all shapes and sizes are beautiful. Ah ha ha. No. I’m totally messing with you. All Beyonce and JLo have done is add to the laundry list of attributes women must have to qualify as beautiful. Now every girl is expected to have Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama, and doll tits. The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes.”
Ha! Love it! I really must read her book.
Loving your Friday decisions. You just made staying inside with milky coffee and furry slippers sound pretty great…I may stick around for a little more winter yet. (As if I have a choice, haha)
Bon courage, Julie! Each morning I flip through the weather forecasts of a handful of cities where my loved ones live, so I’ve been keeping an eye on your area and wishing you gumption. (: (And pining after February in my hometown Pasadena, where shorts are viable winter wear)
Lovely. We’re having an oddly warm February in the great white North. I spent a good part of this afternoon watching ice melt and shift on the surface of a running river.
Also, I found myself humming “Toe jam” the other day :). But I only remember the first verse, do you perchance have the lyrics kicking around somewhere?
Meditative river-watching sounds so lovely…
And I’ve lost all our scribblings, so the lyrics are just in my head — I’ll transcribe them for you shortly. (:
I’m trying to find your song ‘Dragonfly’! But, alas, it seems that there are a million other songs with the same title floating out there in cyberspace. Is there a youtube vid? And, to echo everyone else’s comments, cheese and jam are a heavenly match. As are marmalade and strong vintage cheddar (as an English ex-pat, I grew up eating this remarkable combination with a cup of strong tea. I’m sure it’s led to robust bones, Amazonian hair… or something like that). Love your blog beautiful!
“Dragonfly” is in the secret vault for good, I’m afraid. (: Marmalade and cheddar are a heavenly, heavenly combination, I agree. Paddington Bear has a more discerning palate than I imagined when I was small…marmalade is wonderful with so many things!