Favorite Things

AH! I've been finding ideas on Stephanie Klein. Yes, I am an eavesdropper, listening in on other people's conversations. All writers are. I think she'll find it in her heart to forgive me should she ever look in my blog.

She has the meme "Favorite Things" on her blog here.

This is my list. It's been much harder to write than I thought it would be when I started it back August 3rd-- I don't know, perhaps my favorite things seem so banal compared to others, but that's not very fair of me to me. Piffle.

• Cats. Especially black ones.
• Clean sheets warm from the dryer.
• Silk pajamas.
• Lavender.
• Miss Piggy.
• Louisa May Alcott.
• Sean Stewart & Neil Gaiman.
• The Gashleycrumb Tinies.
• Bellydance-- the clothes, the dancing, the women power vibe.
• My husband's eyes.
• Tarot.
• Barbie. Especially this one and this one.
• Vampire books.
• Halloween!! Parties especially!!
• Martha Stewart. Still.
• Mixing CDs with eclectic mixes.
• Rainstorms with the windows open. Napping during them.
• Gargoyles. Especially this one.
• writing, even when it doesn't work.
• doing something well, and that happy accomplished feeling that you get afterwards.
• books. All of them!
• my friends. hanging out doing something pointless with them, perhaps tubing on the river with a thermos full of martinis.
• blueberry yogurt.
• Indian food. Greek food. Italian food. Hmmm. Ethnic foods of all kinds I've tried.
• Dancing.
• visiting best friends who I haven't gotten to see much.
• that anticipation at a great restaurant, just before you get your food.
• feeling smart, even when I've done something stupid.
• the deep red 100% cashmere sweater I bought for 30 bucks, but then which I went and shrunk. I still mourn its loss.
• visiting someplace new, seeing sights I've never seen, meeting cool people.
• that when I went to Boston and had to leave my bags somewhere for several hours before my friend could pick me up caus he was working, I stopped in at the Plaza and left my bags there with the concierge. And when he said "Are you staying at the hotel" I said without blinking "yes." Meaning: "someday." Heck, I tipped the guys 10 bucks in the long run. That's gotta count for something.
• espresso with that perfect creamy crema.
• baking for others. heck, cooking for them in general.
• Wagamama Noodle Bar in London.
• the trip to Paris on the chunnel train. getting Vevue Cliquot champagne & Godiva chocolates for the ride back.
• My passport.
• Being able to talk to anyone about pretty much anything. Not always doing it-- sometimes keeping my mouth shut instead.
• Hot chocolate with Grand Marinier & whipped cream.
• Swimming in the Gulf of Mexico near my mother's home in Florida.
• waterbeds.
• chocolate chip cookies. The soft kind. The crunchy kind if I've got coffee to dip them in.
• laughing till tears come helpless to your eyes and you get a stomach ache.
• the shiver up the center of your back when you hear incredible music. Beethoven's Ode to Joy in particular.
• sleeping in the sun, but having it be still cool enough to be comfortable but not sunburn. that time on the grassy hill at college in Bellingham when I fell asleep reading Passage to India.
• long flowy gypsy skirts.

I think I'll keep doing this list later. Maybe have a part 2. For now, this is enough.