Inspiration is everywhere.
Lately I've slipped into a lovely little habit of keeping random lists on my iPhone, and adding to them whenever inspiration strikes. One such list has grown exponentially. The list is a collection of my favorite things (slightly reminiscent of Julie Andrew's infamous song), and it makes me absolutely giddy each time I read it.
It's almost funny how completely me I am--I know what I like, and and know what I don't. This quiet assurance and knowledge truthfully is a tightly woven blessing and a curse.
Though I am confident in who I am, reading my little list illustrates to me (and consequently all who read it) how different I am than the "common college student" or "stereotypical sorority girl." And honestly, this makes me a little anxious sometimes. It's easy to fit in and difficult to stand out. Individuality takes guts, but I do think it's something to celebrate wholeheartedly.
- Hot cereal with steamed milk
- Flower arrangements
- Old alarm clocks (but without the loud ringing--I detest loud noises!)
- Going for walks in cute, little neighborhoods
- Juice boxes
- Fountain pens
- Combed hair, not brushed
- Nightgowns and pajama sets
- Cream soda
- Charleston, South Carolina
- Vintage 'Do Not Disturb' signs
- Paper straws
- Pottery Barn Catalogs
- Record players (mint or light pink)
- Mom and Pop stores (preferably a bookshop or coffeehouse)
- Hot water bottles on cold feet (loads better than a heating pad!)
- Going without technology (admittedly, my cell phone gives me insane anxiety. It's on silent all the time [when it's not off] because I am even startled when it buzzes!)
- Small libraries (Del Mar Library is my favorite)
- The words: platitudinous, puckish, simpering, obsequious, sycophantic, corking, imperceptible, and nutraceutical