I drove home thinking for a second that today was the middle of August, with its faint-feeling air and all the sun and wind. We grilled hotdogs for dinner with Cory's family and I soaked it in, because I don't care that Fall is everyone's favorite. I'll take the dog days every (clap) single (clap) time (clap).
By six o'clock, November unhitched his whimsy and the sun blew away, funneling my day-dream down a drain somewhere on the horizon, leaving me with the unforgiving truth that it's about to get so much worse.
But hey, at least we had the weekend.
In its honor, here are a few of my recent faves.
Table: $4 at an auction
Paint color: Valspar Simply Green 6002-8C, eggshell
Painting: $15 at Allegan flea market
Lamp: $25 TJ Maxx
Cortland sign: $6 from a random flea market
Leaves: Courtesy of the walnut tree at the neighborhood park picked on this day.
I like to call this Mexican-Indian-Greek fusion at its best. I made it up and can't wait to make it up all over again. I roasted onions, peppers, and zucchini mixed with olive oil, chili powder, garlic powder and cumin at 450 until they were just right. Cooked up some white rice (was out of brown). Cooked chicken breast in a pan with olive oil, salt and pepper, then piled it all up and topped it with salsa verde mixed with a little sour cream, cilantro, and a kicky squeeze of lime.
Something about the sauce had us thinking about curry. The left-overs took on a certain Mediterranean air the following day.
Again I say: Mixed up nonsense is my love language.
I read The Fault in our Stars back in October, but try as I did, I couldn't make it fit into 31 Days of Going. It pained me to not be able to dish about it. I felt like I was keeping secrets. I purposely left it off my reading list in the side-bar because it just didn't feel right to put it up there without raving first.
Please quit your life for the next 48 hours and read this book. The story pulled me under in less than 2.5 paragraphs. The writing made me shake my head in wonder and cry the hot, salty tears of a pimple-faced Freshman who wants so desperately to feel the weight of the Homecoming crown on her head but knows her head was made for no more than a marching band hat.
I finished it in bed, by the light of the moon and shook the bed as I sobbed. Don't worry, that's no spoiler. Just get the dang book. Stat.
In a similar vein, there's Nashville. I'm all-in.
It's got Tami Taylor. And good music. And high drama. And a villain with overeager eyebrows.
I'm a big, fat sucker for applique. And Nici.
The two come together to stunning effect in her handmade store, Geo.
Christmas looms, friends. I'm kind of excited to dole out some ideas and it just so happens that this tops the stack.
What are you loving right now? Spill it, Sister.
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