little letters. as inspired by taza.

dear naomi,

i like when you write little letters and take pretty polaroids. so i'm stealing from both. okay?

p.s....i'll never be vegan either. 

dear 190th street subway station,

you are my favorite, in all of new york. you are old and beautiful and deposit me into a world of green and daydreams where the air is significantly cooler and fresher than all of midtown.

to my dad,

when i was little you'd always bring home flowers for my birthday. they made me feel old and important and loved. i have a beautiful new vase. it is empty and waiting should you choose to send me some this year. 

p.s...i really love hydrangeas. 

dear bed bugs,

we are not friends. we will never be friends. please, do not think it is okay to enter my bedroom. i have alcohol and vasoline at the ready and i will show no mercy. yes, of that i am sure, no mercy will be shown.

to the makers of  dyson dc18 slim all floors:

i cannot afford your vacuum but think it might be of tremendous help in my quest to vanquish the bed bugs. if you were so inclined to send one my way...well, i might just scratch your back too, okay?

and side note to future husband: i will not pull an annie banks-mackenzie and almost call off the wedding if you buy me a blender. but i'd prefer the vacuum, actually.

dear honey (the food item), 

our relationship is quickly becoming the most important in my life. and it is because of this that we must take a break. i'm sorry. i love you.

dear husband to be,

sometimes i get on my hands and knees and pray you never find the letters i've written to you, until long after we've fallen in love. because, well, they might just scare about anyone away.

yes, they do.

two days ago i thanked regina for this reminder,

i've got a perfect body, but sometimes i forget.

and then taza reminded me (as taza tends to do) that the in full, the quote is:

i've got a perfect body, but sometimes i forget, i've got a perfect body 'cause my eyelashes catch my sweat, yes they do.

of course, i thought. 

of course (my favorite response). 

these bodies of ours do amazing things each and every day. so...this is my charge to you:

why is your body perfect?

mine?

well.

because my feet get me from one end of the tunnel to the next. 

and about a million other reasons. but that's the one i'll give. 

so now you. 

i want to know. 

and then i want to make a list.

and then we'll have begun the revolution without even realizing it.

what are you waiting for--why are you still reading this?

go.

ps: according to glamour magazine,

animal prints are making a

comeback (when did they ever

go away?) and so i've decided

to wear my zebra shoes

all the time, since i think i'm finally

coming back to myself.

yes, i am.

here's to taza

naomi at rockstar diaries has been doing some captivating features, asking people to list ten things that make them happy--and in turn getting us to think about the little things.

she emailed me. and you know how when the president calls, you answer?

that's what it felt like.

find my list here.

but. i'd like to add...

pasta strainers

lint rollers

pantaloons

pumpkin rigatoni 

and

naomi

ps: remember this list? well, im checking one off tonight. but i'm not telling--you'll have to guess!

I knew Naomi had included a link to me...

...because all of the sudden I was getting many (many, many) more hits. She texted me to let me know that she had taken stolen some of my pics, so I stole them right back, because...well, look how cute she put them together. I got to figure out how she does that. And for now they'll be a permanent fixture in my right-hand column. After all, I'd like to believe six impossible things before breakfast. Everyday in fact.

Visit Naomi at taza-and-husband (if that isn't where you've just come from) because trust me, it will be worth your while.