Favorite things (several embarrassing) that don’t involve mothering ANYONE (except maybe myself :)



1. Browsing the magazine rack at a chilly, air-conditioned bookstore when it’s 93 degrees outside and eating lemon poundcake as I skim a popular fashion mag with Drew Barrymore on the cover, back to front.
2. MAC Mystic lipstick and any glossimer lip shade by Chanel
3. My new Frye boots that I have yet to wear—they are so not Eugene.
4. Blackberries and raspberries and strawberries on my cereal.
5. The New York Times (My favorite discovery: A few days ago the “most emailed article” was about how to properly cultivate the thick eye brow look that is all the rage this fall—proof of a slow news day and that there are freaks out there just like me).
6. Rock Star Supernova (Oh yes, it’s total crap but mocking the ridiculous Brooke Burke is oh so much fun. Plus, you get to watch newly single Dave Navarro hit on anything that moves. Delish).
7. Cookie dough eaten right out of the tub.
8. The theme song to “Clifford’s Puppy Days”: I might be li-ttle, I might be stuck in the mi—ddle. But there’s one thing we know-oh, love makes little things grow-u-ow. Yes, love makes little things grow!” Fade out happy steel drums . . .
9. My new perfume. It’s rare and a bit naughty and I’d never heard of until the owner's lovely daughter-in-law unearthed its clovey yumminess in a beautiful perfume shop in Portland.
10. Sleeping in and remembering my dreams for a split second before they fade into ether.

This list was inspired by the women of playgroup. See, I’m not an intellectual. I’m a girly shopaholic with deplorable taste in TV.