I just finished editing a particularly painful post, and I need a smile. It was painful to read because I love this person dearly and I can’t even imagine what she was going through and I am amazed by how brave and strong she is. It caused me to think of all the little things I do to make myself smile when I’m working on something difficult or have just dealt with a particularly torturous bedtime routine. Here are a few things that are making me smile right now.
Wine
Obviously.
I frequently curse my parents for
instilling a begrudging yen for country music in me during my childhood (also,
show tunes), but then someone like this comes along and makes it all worthwhile.
Dreamboat! Is the song any good? Does it matter?
I am an unapologetic fan of Pride and Prejudice. I didn’t think it
could get any better. But it can. This modern take on the saga, told through new
media, is so adorbs and addictive. Watch it from the beginning, four minutes at
a time.
9-Eyes is a project by photographer Jon
Rafman, wherein he sifts through Google Street Views to collect screenshots of
the most outrageous and incredible images caught by Google’s roving cameras.
Demilked has posted some of the best, like one of a tiger just strolling across
a parking lot:
I have a crush on a car. There is a house
around the corner from me that has a Vantage parked out front several months of
the year. Obviously it’s not there now, because it’s February in Toronto, but
that’s okay because every day in November that I walk down the street and see
it there I feel anxious. I just want it to be safe, away from the salt and the
slush. And I know it’s really truly spring when I see it again in March or
April.
I still remember when I saw my first Aston
Martin in real life, shortly after they first came to Canada. I was marathon
training in a hoity-toity part of town when it rumbled past. I was exhilarated
enough to speed up and chase it for a little while. I’m pretty sure I was a bit
turned on. By a car. Whatever; anyways, I knew then that I was in love, or
lust, or something like that. Then, in Gatwick airport once, I got to sit in
one, but not nearly long enough before they chased me away so someone else
could sit in it. Then we moved house, and for some reason someone down the
street from us actually owned one. It was dark grey and perfect. I had to be
near it.
Then they traded it in for a “cobalt blue”
one. Really? Okay, maybe grey isn’t for everyone, but… I’m all about the
neutrals, so I shouldn’t judge. It’s still pretty. If I see it driving in front
of me, I can’t help but tailgate a little.
The crux of the matter is that I get more
excited by my neighbours’ car than I do by a lot of things these days. Sad, but
true. So I also got excited about this video for the V12 Zagato.
I’ll take one in “carbon black,” please.
I’ll take one in “carbon black,” please.
Wallbanger by Alice
Clayton
Right, so the smutty book thing is still
happening, which is fine by me because these things are too much fun to edit.
In the interest of market research, I read a few from time to time. This one I
fell in love with, utterly. It’s friggin hilarious and pretty hot too.
Anticipation…
Skyfall is out on DVD on February 12! It will be my Valentine’s Day gift, I just know
it, at least if Cookie’s dad knows what’s good for him. I will probably stay up
far too late on far too many nights after Cookie is in bed in order to watch
this. Possibly on February 14.
Beckham in His Undies
Just... this:
Beckham in His Undies
Just... this:
Videos
of Cookie
Obviously. Also, she’s currently into The Sound of Music, so it’s pretty
hilarious to hear her go through the entire songbook. Apparently the show tunes
thing is hereditary in my family.
Please share with us the little things that
make you smile in those spare moments between chaos and exhaustion. We could
all use some.
-East End Mama
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