Today, in a moment of introspection, I determined that gray is the new brown. Brown was the new black. So, that makes gray the new black. Yes, these are the things that fill my brain on a daily basis.
I am unabashedly obsessed with Target. Ordinarily, I frequent one of five local Targets at least once a week, and even more often if I can find a "valid" excuse ("Oh, honey, you said you're out of Tom's of Maine...better make a trip to Target! We wouldn't want you smelling less than daisy-fresh!") So, this Lenten season, when considering what I should sacrifice until Easter, I went through the list of usual forfeited items: wine, chocolate, cursing, cheese, etc. In my silly little brain, I thought, I could truly live without any of these things for six or so weeks until Easter. I needed a real sacrifice. I needed a challenge of epic proportions.
You see where I'm going with this, don't you? Yes, ladies (and perhaps an occasional gentleman reader), no more Target for me until April 4 (not that I'm counting). It would seem that the universe is also working against me in this pursuit. My mom, completely unaware of this kooky Lenten plan, mailed me a Target gift card just yesterday. Usually, I reserve my Target gift cards for the most frivolous of purchases: a new girly dress (polka dots please) or some pink dish towels or an exotically-scented candle.
So, you can imagine my horror and delight when I opened the envelope to find this glorious gift card. I suppose my Target dreams will have to be put on hold until after the Easter bunny hops along. A girl can dream can't she...perhaps a quick glimpse at the Target website. No, that would be cheating! Alas...no more red-shirted wonderland for moi!
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway