Surprising things that are gaining appeal with each passing year…
I’m officially over the whole “luxury body wash” thing. Soap just makes me feel, well, cleaner. And no accessories are required! I mean, let’s face it — loofahs are annoying and kind of gross. Do you share them? Wash them? Have a special loofah for guests? A bar of soap (I got addicted to this brand in Maui) is so much simpler.
Lattes started tasting like coffee-flavored milkshakes to me a few years back. (You can read my full rant on that here.) I’ve officially started preparing my morning cup(s) of joe just like my grandparents did — strong, black and with a tiny dash of cream.
I’ve got to give credit to Scott for this one. Tortured by my habit of blasting top 40 hits each time we drove somewhere, he finally put his foot down and forced me to listen to Minnesota Public Radio. It definitely took a few months…but I’m proud to say I’ve finally (somewhat) outgrown Gaga, and have graduated to David Brancaccio. Believe it or not, I now listen to NPR even when driving alone! (Needless to say, Scott is overjoyed at not having to listen to so much Britney on the drive to the gym.)
I love ‘em, and I don’t care who knows it. Don’t believe me? Check out my ode to the saggy, baggy undergarment I hold so dear to my
They help my joints. And unlike taking showers, I can read the latest edition of Martha Stewart Living while in the tub. (Told you I’m getting old.)
I’ll never forget the day Scott sprain fractured his neck in college. I frantically ran into the emergency room to see if he was okay (he was) only to be stopped dead in my tracks by one of the surgeons. He pointed down at my fabulous, 5-inch pink pointy toed booties (it was 2004) giving me a look of disapproval. “I’ll be seeing you in a few years for the damage those things are doing,” he warned me with a grave seriousness.
Ten years later, I’m starting to see his point. Thankfully, I don’t have any foot issues, but my tootsies can’t handle stilettos at all like they used to. Sure, I’ll don a fierce pair of heels for special occasions, but ninety-nine percent of the time I’m wearing a comfy–yet still totally chic–pair of flats. (These are my absolute favorites.) At five-foot-six, I’m plenty tall without assistance from from my footwear–plus, I certainly don’t need any more ankle sprains.
Given the choice between a night on the town, or an evening in playing cards, I’ll pick staying home every time. I mean…what’s better than a rousing game of Cards Against Humanity? I’m also considering starting my own Bunco group. (My grandmother is high-fiving me from the grave for that idea.)
My affinity for cruises…?
This BuzzFeed quiz informed me I’m destined to spend a wild and crazy spring break on…a cruise ship.
I’m officially twenty-nine going on eighty.