Like most women who have seen Julie and Julia, I love Julia Child.  She is a delight plain and simple.  Her book , My Life in France is splendid like everything else about her.

One of the creative partners we work with exposed me to this image and I can’t stop starring at it.

I love how it’s an angle you never see of her.  I love that it shows all the people required to make her a success.  I love that is shows the “magic” of tv.  And I love that guy’s gut hanging over his pants – just doing his job.

I feel like handing Julia Child her pie pan would create much more excitement if it were me.  But that’s his job, so I bet the excitement wears off.  While I can’t have that job with Julia, I would gladly sit behind Martha and hand her spatulas if she wanted.

Julia and I are already bff.

This blog post actually started as a Tweet but I quickly learned I cannot convey this in 140 characters:

LOST STARTS IN EXACTLY ONE WEEK.  MY PRECIOUS LOST IS RETURNING TO ME.

I cannot wait to start this season.  The only down fall is that it’s the last season – no more after this.  What am I going to do next year.  NO – STOP IT – I CAN’T THINK LIKE THAT.  LIVE IN THE MOMENT OF THIS SEASON.  namaste.

This season I’m expecting great things.  They have a lot of questions to answer and I can’t wait to see how they do it.  I hope they bring back the polar bears.  They’ve always held a special place in my heart.

For the premier 2 years ago, I had a little party (3 people – Jenn, Bethany, and Erik).  The best part of the party was the food I made:

Sayid’s humus

Hurley 7 layer dip

Sun and Jin’s Egg roles

Tropical Fruit and yogurt with vanilla wafers crumbled on top to look like sand and a toy plane sticking out.. CUTE RIGHT.

I doubt I’ll get that Martha for Tuesday’s premier, but who knows.

Can you wait for the premier……EEEEK…. sorry I just thought about it again.

I have my Sayid action figure on my desk each day looking out for me.  I’ll bring him home for the premier.  I think he’ll like watching himself just being a bad ass.

I have had a quest for some time now for the perfect shade of nail polish.  I’ve been looking for a shade of brown and a shade of green.   I searched the world wide web in hopes of finding the desired shades.  I kept finding browns that were either too dark or too light or too red.  The greens were too yellow or too bright.  For a while I thought I was searching in vain and would have to simply to live without my dream colors.

BUT ALAS VICTORY WAS MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My favorite, non Martha magazine – Lucky finally turned onto what I was looking for:

Road Trip Polish

“Driving through the desert on her way cross-country, entrepreneur Gina Carney-her new company, RGB, makes 17 impossibly chic nail colors-needed a polish change.  Toast, a cool, urban mushroom, won out.  ‘When I made it, the shade seemed arty and downtown-ish, but suddenly it had dusky, road -trip feel- like when you get off the highway in the middle of nowhere, very dirt-road-in-the-desert.’ Indeed, though we love all of her spot-on perfect neutrals, we love Toast…the most”

http://www.rgbcosmetics.com/products/toast.html

I got Toast and Minty… and they are PERFECT!!!!!!!!!!

If I had my way, I would have a mani-pedi once a week.  But sadly, my real person lifestyle doesn’t allow for such things.  I actually really use my purchased nail polish all the time.  I think I wore Moon Over Mombai for a year straight.  It’s simply an investment piece.

I wish I had better pictures… but I don’t so try not too judge too harshly- unless you think it looks awesome

I document my failures a lot on this blog.  I think if I made a pie chart of topics covered on the blog it would be like this:

But today I want to talk about my success.  Not just any success – A CRAFTING SUCCESS

Word

I said it… CRAFTING SUCCESS

Being in a sorority I had to learn to make random crafts like painted ponytail holders, ribbon bulleton boards, and fancy batons.  As awesome and useful as a pi phi puff painted picture frame is, my crafting wasn’t useful.   Ultimately though, I was just average. I mean I can work my way around a glue gun, but no one would actually want what I can craft.  Since I am POOOOOORRRRR and failed a cheese artisanship I turned my Christmas gift sights to crafts.

I made this for darling Aunt B for Christmas:

Am I right ladies?  Is this not something Martha would be all over?

In actuality it is relatively (ok really) simple to make.  Simply cut felt circles, fold in half twice and stick with a straight pin.  DONE SCORE WIN SUCCESS BEST NEICE EVER

I made my other darling Aunt, Aunt Kim some sheep.

I know to say it out loud, it sounds like a lame gift, but it really isn’t.  Aunt Kim has a sheep collection. They’re soft and cute and small.  Because I’m a good niece, so I wanted to add to it.  Originally I was going to order something from Etsy.  After perusing the selection, I found some very cute felted wool sheep.  My curiosity got the better of me and I wondered what went into making felted wool so I hopped on youtube.  Granted the video I watched some lame but informative video.  All you do is taking rooving wool and stab it with a needle over and over into a shape.  Granted I stabbed myself a few times, but I didn’t get any blood on the sheep.

In an effort to hand over a box that had more than a sheep I gave them character.  I added a flower to one since Aunt Kim likes to garden and a fishing rod (with a fish dangling on the end) since Uncle Greg likes to fish.  Who doesn’t want their personality put in sheep form?

Wahhhhoooooooooooo,  Crafting is fun.  Maybe someday I’ll become a world renown crafter.

Are you suffering from the Winter blues…

NOT ANY MORE

HUMMINA…. NO WORDS

I just saw online that today’s episode of Martha is all about Yoga.  It’s like Martha and I are connected in the brain.  I can’t wait to learn what she will teach me today.  I’m suddenly very excited to have no plans tonight.

About January every year I start to fester.  My festering turns into this crazy, mind numbing seasonal depression.  I am allergic to cold (like I really am.  Ask my allergist) and get soooooooooo tired of the cold and snow and weather.  Usually by the end of January I’m basically Sylvia Plath popping my head in the oven for some relief.  I think January is extra hard for me.  In college we had a delightful thing called Winter Term.  Each January students had a special class, internship, or travel opportunity.  Each January was amazing;  I went to Greece, left for Prague, partied a little harder than I’d like to admit.  But now, it’s all over.  January comes and goes and the only thing I accomplish is putting on more weight and watch too much tv.

To keep myself from gorging on Jersey Shore this year, I decided to be proactive about my depression.  I signed up for an Intro to Yoga class at Invoke in Indy.  Wonderfully, Invoke is only a few blocks from my house which means no snowy commute.  I have been told by my trusted advisors that yoga would be great for me.  By not only giving me those much touted exercise endorphins (which I believe is just a myth Nike started to make us think we would actually LIKE working out  – MARKETING LIARS), and the relaxation stress relief to help me from keeping my head out of the oven.

I had my first class tonight.  I kept emailing Tori and asking what yogis wear and bring to class.  I put on my dance pants and put my Cartoon Network waterbottle and my yoga mat (yes I already owned one.  I can usually motivate myself to buy the needed accessories) in my BESS tote bag and set off.  I was a little intimidated seeing the people walk in and out of classes but assured myself it would be ok.

So far, I love my class.  It’s small enough I feel I’m getting the help I need, but not so small I feel I’m under a microscope.  No one really knows what they’re doing so I don’t feel like too much of an idiot.  It pushed me hard enough – I did an almost back bend.  I also got to just breathe a lot too.

Oh and guess what, I do a BEAUTIFUL upward dog.  Yeah, that’s right…. SUCK IT JANUARY.

So yeah for yoga class.