favorite things

oprah has a show about favorite things.  too bad oprah's stupid and her favorite things suck.  here are some of mine - with some pics of things previously mentioned, but never photographically backed up.  i also solicit readers and friends to submit their own.  perhaps i'll do a follow-up post with all of your fave stuff?  is that lame?  oh well, just do it and we'll cross that bridge later.

malin + goetz lime tonic cologne

way out wax soy candles (preferably 'cozy home' and 'cinnamon')

dr. bronner's liquid and bar soaps in rose, peppermint, and eucalyptus (the liquid version is ideal for scented soaks in the tub - and all of them can be used for laundry, brushing teeth, and washing dishes)

john master's organics lavender hair conditioner (at $25 a pop, i haven't yet splurged, but the samples i steal from whole foods make me feel like a goddess.  the smell is amazing and totally natural)

fat free coffeemate creamer (though i am a strong coffee purist - i usually drink a pot of espresso each day, this is delicious and comes in lots of flavors)

NARS lipstick in 'funny face' (some women are pussies when it comes to cosmetics.  i am not.  iridescent hot pink lipstick is unbearably rad and i'm gonna rock it until i'm in the grave)

OPI for sephora nail varnish in 'never enough shoes' (the title sucks, but the color is a nice spin on the black you see everywhere.  glossy black with bronze shimmer)

bruno frisoni heels (i've never owned a pair, but he's the master of sky high heels with shit on the toe (velvet ribbons, jeweled satin, etc) and we all know how i love it when feet look like little presents)

chanel lipstick in 'lotus rouge' (just enough red to shock against pale skin, with a little tinge of orange.  it makes me feel likea  geisha and it's well worth the price because it lasts forever)

virginia johnson and lotta jansdotter textiles and clothes (amazing cashmere wraps, sparse scandinavian dresses, greeting cards, and canvas totes abound with these two and they're are beautiful)

anemonies, asters, and poppies (forget about chichi bouquets of roses, it's all about the messy, cut from the farm posies that get my heart racing)

hugging dogs (duh)

gold eyeshadow and eyeliner (strike the right shade of gold (think tequila, not lame') and it looks positively goddessesque)

the afghan my nonna knit me a few years back that's moroccan themed with patches of zigzaggy colors

the pic of my great grandmother, the opera singer, topless with ascot discreetly covering her bosoms (the caption reads "honey, i knew you'd want to know how the gloves and ascot look. love, ruth. self portrait. honest (underlined for effect)")

cooking while listening to jazz

chatting with friends and family on the phone, in succession, until i'm so laughed and chatted out that i fall asleep

american apparel headbands in bright colors

lush karma powder (amazing when sprinkled on bed linens, in shoes, or in the summer as a body powder)

yves saint laurent anything (if i were rich, i'd uniform myself head-to-toe in ysl, but for now, i do have the lush patent leather, satin-lined anais bag, which makes me swoon each time i touch it)

the homeless sammy davis junior impersonator/singer at the park street t stop (i helped this dude get permanent housing awhile back and every time i see him in the morning, he says into the microphone, "there's my wife.  the white woman" before singing 'the candy man')

experimenting with impromptu french toast and pancake combinations on weekend mornings

marmalade

ballgowns

my dresser which features: a morning glory that abs needlepointed for my birthday, a picture of my mother from the seventies, my great grandmother's antique clock (rescued from my grandpa's horrible second wife - we nearly came to blows), photo booth sticker pictures of me and amber when we were 22, a textile amber gave me from zanzibar, a picture of brian holding a puppy, a pic of me, hays, and abs walking through fanieul hall in the winter.  it's the first thing i see when i wake up and the combination makes me very happy.

the super ridiculous pic amber took of me when i was 24 after a night out that involved a very sexy swedish hipster named kurt, dancing to bloc party, and making out on a manhattan roof deck.  i look peeved, but really, it was 7am and i was blissfully happy.

going to the farmer's market and buying lush produce (and the occasional pesto - yum) see pics below.