Every So Often: 1st of February

What I Look Like Today:

What I Want to Eat:
You know, I could so go for a bowl or two of really delicious clam chowder. The best I've had was at a restaurant in the Ballard neighborhood in Seattle. It was a pretty spendy place, and the clam chowder I had as an appetizer was so much better than whatever the main dish was. Should've just ordered four servings of the chowder for the same price as the rest of the meal.

What I Want to Watch:
With it being awards season and all, I'm really wishing I could block out a weekend to watch all the movies I planned on seeing in the theaters this year but never got around to (along with some that I'm seeing nominated all over the place). Top of the list would be Suffragette, Spotlight, and Straight Outta Compton (... a surprising amount of S's there ...), and Room. And actually, even though I already saw it, I want to see Mad Max: Fury Road in a theater again.

My Favorite Item of Clothing:
I recently got this purple-gray cable-knit sweater at Nordstrom Rack, and it is so cozy. I wore it three times in the first five days after I got it. And I am more than willing to wear it again tomorrow.

My Favorite Piece of Jewelry:
Really loving my big turquoise ring right now.

The Last Time I Cried:
I was driving home from Target on Saturday and listening to an episode of This American Life, and there was an interview with an advertising/marketing guy who worked on a campaign in Colombia to convince guerrilla fighters to defect from their group and return home. There were a few really touching phases in the campaign, but the one that got my tears goin' featured authentic pictures of some of the guerrillas when they were children, along with messages from their mothers saying, "Before you were a guerrilla, you were my child." And then inviting them to come home, with assurances that they were still loved and wanted. Before you were a guerrilla, you were my child. I mean, that choked me right up, thinking of a parent's love. It never loses sight of the fact that, whatever a child may grow up to be (good or bad), before any of those things, that person is and always was and always will be your child.

What I'm Reading:
Close to finishing Out of Sorts by Sarah Bessey. Everything she writes feels like the warmest blanket, with candlelight and hot chocolate by the mug full.

Mom Life Lately:
Pretty dang good! Soren is at the height of cuteness these days and getting more and more verbal. He invented a new game yesterday, where he sits in a box, asks me to countdown, and then pretends he's blasting off in a rocket ship. When I get tired of counting down, he'll do it, except it goes like this: "Five, four, six, seven, BLASTOFF!"

Latest Fav on Pinterest:
Top 10 Storybook Magical Places on Earth (specifically the picture of Schwarzwald in Germany, although Mount Roraima in Venezuela looks pretty impressive, dude)

Weird Thing I've Been Thinking About:
Did you ever watch The Hills? Do you remember Justin-Bobby? That all happened, and I was 100% there for it. Let it never be said that I am too good for bad TV, because I am most assuredly not.