Hosiery is back. Have you noticed? So far this week I've seen: patterned tights, lace tights, bejeweled tights, bright purple tights, orange tights, fishnets and even--yeah--even old-school nude pantyhose. If I ever have to go back to pantyhose, I think I will die. Purple tights, on the other hand? I could rock that.
I'm a sucker for a romantic hat. I can't stop wearing this one.
I wrote a book proposal. This past week, two publishing houses (very kindly and encouragingly) rejected it. Clearly, I need an agent.
I wrote my first chapter to polished perfection. If I do say so myself, it rocks.
My book is about my experiences growing up inside strict fundamentalism. It's a good book, I promise. I just wonder how many rejections it requires?
I listened to conservative talk radio yesterday. It set my teeth on edge. I felt so betrayed. I can't figure out if I've changed or if conservatism has changed.
I think maybe I'll grow a vegetable garden next year.
I discovered I like reading books about animals.
I saw "War Horse." I bawled through the entire thing (that's a good thing).
I broke down and bought myself 2 pairs of practical, comfortable shoes. I don't know what is happening to me.
I've been listening to NPR almost every day. Again. What is happening to me?
I got glasses. Holy cow, I know what is happening to me. I'm turning into Tina Fey.
I rarely wear my wedding ring. This does not mean I'm available. It means I have sensitive skin.
My big New Year's Eve plan is to go to bed early with a glass of wine and a book of poetry. Preferably Dickinson. Or T.S. Eliot.
In 2012, I will think about money every single day. Because people keep telling me I need to care about money but caring about money is very hard for me. I don't want big, fancy things. I just want more books.
My word for 2012 is Misericordia. It comes from the Latin roots: miserer--to feel pity and cor---heart. It is often used in reference to the merciful, lovingkindness that comes from the heart of God. Misericordia. A very good word, indeed.
I have successfully weaned myself off Diet Coke. Now I'm addicted to black tea.
In 2012, I will tell my husband one thing I appreciate about him. Every day.
Dunkin Donuts coffee is bitter. I won't drink that this year.
Even though I'm good with words, I stink at Scrabble. And Words With Friends. What is my problem? Do I just suck at strategy? p.s. if you want to beat me at Words With Friends, my handle is "Elizabeth Esther."
In 2011, I took 17 plane flights. I call it shock therapy. I'm still a nervous flyer but not a phobic one.
In 2011, I made real-life connections with my online friends. I can now say I have some of the most lovely, wonderful friends I've ever had. Thank you, beloveds.
In 2011, I came to fully believe in the unconditional love of God. That was the bestest part of all.
