Today I have almost nothing for you; I am busy continuing Operation Kill Fleas Immediately If Not Sooner, and that involves a lot of vacuuming and laundry and also bathing a dog who is really not all that jazzed about finding herself in the sink. AGAIN.
Also I am trying to spend some quality time with my children, which would be a lot easier if they would stop doing things like shoving garbage in their closets and then swearing that they’d cleaned their rooms (and then getting all offended when their jerkery is discovered). AHEM. (Jerkery is SO a word, by the way.) Anyway.
Two very cool things happened to me lately, though:
First, Gretchen Rubin—NYT best-selling author of The Happiness Project—linked to my site from her blog, which was very nice; but more than that, she sent me a lovely email, too. This was one of those things where first I did the total fangirl SQUEEEEEEE but then came back down to earth and had a few deeply satisfying moments of feeling like sometimes the universe just hands you a little something. In this case it was the knowledge that huge success doesn’t have to turn people into jerks. I mean, sure, you’d hope the person behind something called the HAPPINESS Project would be nice, but still. Gretchen is lovely inside and out—and her book is amazing—and I was very touched to hear from her. So that was cool.
Second, a while back I was contacted by some folks who wanted to know if I wanted a virtual kitchen makeover. “A what, now?” is pretty much how I responded, if I recall correctly. It turned out to be sort of a fantasy game—what would my ideal kitchen be like if money (or reality) was no object—and recently the results were unveiled. So you can now see my Fancy Imaginary Kitchen alongside a few others, as part of the Kitchens.com Iconic Inspirations segment. This was exciting for two reason: First, I will now forever be dreaming and scheming about how to GET that gorgeous kitchen that Cheryl designed for me, and second, one of the other inspirations featured is Ann Cooper, who is one of my personal heroes. Just seeing my face on the same page as hers caused another little squee, I swear. (Also: Check out that gray driftwood flooring. WANT.)
Maybe I should’ve just called this “things that make me go squee.”