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Saturday, March 23, 2013


Today I woke up, and Steele and I spent the morning cleaning. (I also took a bath, Steele was a gentleman and drew me one up.) Then he left for work, and I stayed at home, read a few blogs and made this lemon lavender shortbread. Which was quite nice, and tasty, and relaxing. I like to cook and bake. It's nice to take time for yourself like that. I might even get crazy and make some muffins before tonight's over. 



It was good to spend some time relaxing. I finished the second season of the TV show, The Killing. (Which is a slow-paced crime drama.) I sat down at the computer afterwards and realized I had no outlet for obsessing about it. I don't have a Tumblr, so I couldn't go reblog a bunch of pictures. I don't have a Twitter, so I couldn't tweet about it. I went so far as to write up a Facebook status about it, but couldn't bring myself to publish. I even searched The Killing on Pinterest. Nada. Nothing good. Why is it that we feel like we need a public declaration to make something worthy? Maybe that's just my generation. I've been publicly declaring since I was 13. Whether it be heartbreak, or happiness, or what I'm eating, or even what I'm watching on TV. I have the good sense to  be aware of it, but you can't fight instinct. Or you can, and then you get a whole ranty paragraph about it on your personal (semi-beautiful?) blog. 

So to cap it off I'll just say that I spent the better part of the past hour painting my nails. Half-moon style, which was apparently a big thing back in the 30s. When it was unlady-like to cover your whole nail with polish. I'm pretty smitten. 

Now for those muffins.... 


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