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My Favorite things of 2012

A few of my favorite things this year included but were not limited to a beautiful and surprisingly rather upbeat love song by Emeli Sandé, traveling with my sister, reading Faulkner and Fitzgerald again, the short linen shorts I wore most of this Summer, Summer, gatherings with my friends, making new friends here on Tumblr (I’m looking at you Kim, Yvette, Carly, Fiona, Rebecca, Eleonora, Kelse, Monica and Astrid among other beautiful people), fireworks on the Seine, turning 25, writing prolifically again, le Musée d’Orsay, Megan Angelo’s columns on Glamour.com,  all of my Christmas gifts (this beautiful bracelet and pair of long woolen gloves my sister got me and the PJs and Samsung Galaxy Tab my folks got me), meeting Grace, watching the Olympics, a week a the beach and the pin-up black bathing suit I rocked there, New Girl still, the night of December 21, 2012, dancing again, the taste of strawberries this Summer, basically listening to the Avett Brothers on a loop since May, the taste of peaches this Summer, Paris when it rains, reading the whole Millenium series in nine days…

Okay, it’s more than a few, I had a mostly good year…

20 DAY CELEBRITY PHOTO CHALLENGE - DAY NINETEEN I’ve been awfully cavalier with this challenge and, I’m sorry. Besides, I don’t really know whose house I’d like to take a tour of. Maybe I’ll visit Graceland someday, but in fact, I’d rather see places where Hemingway and Faulkner lived. I’d visit Tennessee Williams’ house, and Truman Capote’s, and Harper Lee’s, and Eudora Welty’s, and Flannery O’Connor’s. And W.E.B Du Bois’. And Francis Scott and Zelda Fitzgrerald’s place in New York. And Norman Mailer’s. And now that it’s finally open to the public, I want to visit Greenway: Agatha Christie’s house in the Devon. I’ve already seen the beautiful gardens, but I want to walk in the room where she penned Death on the Nile. So, I guess I know: I want to see the places where my favorite authors have let their creative brains function, where they have invented wonderful tales to tell, where they have suffered writer’s block, where they have lived and loved and had terribly heated arguments and amazing sex, where they have been happy and sad, and where they have grown old (or not).
20 DAY CELEBRITY PHOTO CHALLENGE - DAY NINETEEN I’ve been awfully cavalier with this challenge and, I’m sorry. Besides, I don’t really know whose house I’d like to take a tour of. Maybe I’ll visit Graceland someday, but in fact, I’d rather see places where Hemingway and Faulkner lived. I’d visit Tennessee Williams’ house, and Truman Capote’s, and Harper Lee’s, and Eudora Welty’s, and Flannery O’Connor’s. And W.E.B Du Bois’. And Francis Scott and Zelda Fitzgrerald’s place in New York. And Norman Mailer’s. And now that it’s finally open to the public, I want to visit Greenway: Agatha Christie’s house in the Devon. I’ve already seen the beautiful gardens, but I want to walk in the room where she penned Death on the Nile. So, I guess I know: I want to see the places where my favorite authors have let their creative brains function, where they have invented wonderful tales to tell, where they have suffered writer’s block, where they have lived and loved and had terribly heated arguments and amazing sex, where they have been happy and sad, and where they have grown old (or not).

20 DAY CELEBRITY PHOTO CHALLENGE - DAY NINETEEN

I’ve been awfully cavalier with this challenge and, I’m sorry. Besides, I don’t really know whose house I’d like to take a tour of. Maybe I’ll visit Graceland someday, but in fact, I’d rather see places where Hemingway and Faulkner lived. I’d visit Tennessee Williams’ house, and Truman Capote’s, and Harper Lee’s, and Eudora Welty’s, and Flannery O’Connor’s. And W.E.B Du Bois’. And Francis Scott and Zelda Fitzgrerald’s place in New York. And Norman Mailer’s. And now that it’s finally open to the public, I want to visit Greenway: Agatha Christie’s house in the Devon. I’ve already seen the beautiful gardens, but I want to walk in the room where she penned Death on the Nile. So, I guess I know: I want to see the places where my favorite authors have let their creative brains function, where they have invented wonderful tales to tell, where they have suffered writer’s block, where they have lived and loved and had terribly heated arguments and amazing sex, where they have been happy and sad, and where they have grown old (or not).

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