Thursday, July 14, 2011

You might not know...

"A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets."
-Gloria Stuart

The majority of you that read this blog are best friends, so you probably know some of this. But last night, after reading Southern Vogue's biography post, I was inspired to tell you all a few things that you just might not know.

To quote {but not on purpose} Anchor Man:

I love lamps.

I would much rather sit in a room with seven lamps on than one overhead light. To that end, I love natural light. The blinds are open in our teeny house from the moment the sun rises to the last glimmers of twilight are in the sky. There's something romantic about lamp light, and the reason I sit on the living room floor (that room screams sunlight in the morning) in front of a huge door-back mirror to do my make-up in the morning.

Don't get me started on flourescent lighting.


I am obsessed with Audrey Hepburn and the 1950s.

I am convinced that I was born in the wrong decade. Circle skirts, gloves, hats, updos, cap sleeves, capri pants, manners...

We watch a lot of Mad Men in our house to channel us back to the 1950s-60s for just an hour each week.


I love food, but I am crazy about brunch. I don't like eggs, but I like omelets. I never eat breakfast, but I do eat brunch. I have a food-texture aversion.

To win my heart over, take me to Taverna on a Saturday morning around 11 a.m. Order me a shrimp and asparagus omelete with Hollandaise sauce and a few mimosas...and you're my friend for life.

[As for my food-texture aversion:

I love the flavor of coconut, hate the texture of actual coconut; I don't mind if mayonnaise is in a dish (read: Layered Overnight Salad), but please don't remind me it's there; the way water chestnuts sound when you chew them gives me goose bumps; I don't like any nut, especially pecans...but Goobers are my favorite candy; I don't like my chicken salad chunky, and don't even think about adding walnuts, raisins, apples or grapes (same goes for pimento cheese and tuna salad); sweet potatoes gross me out; I only eat yellow apples because the red ones are mealy; and I can't think when I'm eating a banana...mushy, ew.]


I am an organizational freak.

...but you knew that already.

Everything has to have a home, and it bothers me when it doesn't. Yes, I am the person who fixes the pillows on the couch before I go to bed at night. I enjoy vacuuming, loading the dishwasher and looking out at my clean house and feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment.

On the other hand? I hate folding socks, unloading the dishwasher, cleaning the bathrooms and seeing hair from my head on the floor. Shed much?

I get my cleaning and need for organization naturally: my Nana and cousin Rebecca are just as bad as me.


I'm a homebody. And I'm not afraid to admit it.

Maybe I went out too much in college. Maybe that's why I prefer to come home every day, put on comfy clothes and cuddle with my husband on the couch.

If I had the choice of going to the best restaurant in Dallas for happy hour or coming home and sipping wine in my Nike shorts and T-shirt (or as Brandon calls it, my "uni..." short for "uniform,") I'd pick the latter in a heartbeat.

There's something about home, and to quote Dorothy, "there's no place like" it.

Maybe that's why I take off an insane amount of days around Thanksgiving and Christmas...


I love music.

If you were to pick up my iPhone right now, you'd see a mix that would make you wonder, "So what is her taste?" You'd see the likes of Amy Grant, T.I., Zac Brown Band, George Strait, Watermark, Lady Gaga, Michael Buble, Broadway soundtracks, Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong.

But see, here's the thing:

I like the words. And I like the instruments.

I remember vividly a time sitting in my parent's room with my Dad listenening to "Bring Him Home" from the Les Miserables soundtrack. {Please listen to the former link.} I remember that rich tenor voice filling their master bedroom, emitting the most wonderful sound from their speakers. I remember my Dad saying, "Close your eyes. Listen." And close my eyes and listen I did. It moved me in a way that music never had before. The words were lovely and that voice? Nothing compared. And it's one of my favorite songs now. When I was in high school choir and our teacher presented us with sheet music for, what else, "Bring Him Home," I smiled. I knew my Dad would really enjoy our spring concert.

But I also enjoy instruments. Call my crazy, but I love 80s music for this reason. Kenny G? The saxophone player from Bruce Springsteen's E Street Band? Louis Armstrong's cornet? Ray Charles' piano?

It just takes you somewhere else, and that's what music is for.


I like to think I can craft.

I'm really not that creative. Mostly I steal ideas from other websites and try to copy. I have relatives that are so creative, but I don't think I fully got that bug.

I wish I did so I could quit my job and be a crafty Martha Stewart all day, making that my career. But no, I'll just stick to what I know for now.


My favorite movie is The Sound of Music, but my second favorite is Breakfast at Tiffany's.

I can sing every single word to every single song of The Sound of Music, which I was introduced to by my great-grandmother, Memmie. Every time The Sound of Music comes on ABC Family, I record it and sing along like it's the first time I've seen the movie.

My dream is to go on The Sound of Music tour in Europe.


I love shopping for clothes, but hate shopping for shoes.

Weird, right?

And let me tell you something else: I am not afraid to buy from the clearance rack, and am not above shopping at Payless. In fact, I bought the most precious pair of flats with a little bow on them last night from Payless. For $6. Yup, $6.


I don't know if I'll ever be fully ready to have children, but we dream about baby names all the time.

I love family names. I want to name my children after family members whom we loved dearly; I think it's a great way to honor them.

Remember me talking about my Memmie? Her name was Lorraine, and I've already told my cousin Rebecca that I'm using it as a middle name if Brandon and I have a little girl. She said okay, as long as she could get our Nana's middle name. Deal done, hands shaken.

Brandon and I know we want children (two, if you're wondering) and just pray that the Lord blesses us with those precious little lives. We say things like, "You're so going to be the Dad that tells any boy our daughter dates that you have a gun and aren't afraid to use it," or "You're going to be a great Mom."

Does that mean we're ready now? No way, Jose.

But it's fun to dream.


Why am I not ready for sweet babies yet?

Because I love wine. Vino.

Don't know if I could give it up for nine months quite yet. :)


xoxo

{All photos via Pinterest}

2 comments:

  1. we have a lot of things in common! from a deep love for wine and nike shorts + a tee to crazy organization. I clean obsessively... I finally found a cleaning lady after the first two, yes TWO, came to my house and told me it was already clean. I have high standards of cleanliness. ha! and I cannot stand hair not attached to my body! to the point that Tyler cleans out my hair brush for me and when he was in Iraq my father-in-law took over the job. true story :)

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  2. oh and Maggie has already watched the sound of music in its entirety and parts of breakfast at tiffany's :)

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