Sunny

In the past couple days, I've made it a point to feel bright and sunshiney despite the depressing New England grey that's engulfed Boston. In combating the oppressive rain and cold, I've:

• painted my nails a ridiculous shade of bright pink. Think Rollerblading Barbie circa 1995.
• wore limey-green tights
• bought a bouquet of daisies for David, who needed a little something to cheer up his window sill
• purchased rain shoes

The last initiative was completely spontaneous and was actually done out of necessity. For as I walked out of my apartment yesterday afternoon, I quickly realized that wearing my suede boots had been a horrendous decision and after a few short blocks, my feet were soggy and cold. With the promise of an afternoon at work still ahead, I made a quick decision to duck into Lord and Taylor (a store I very rarely visit and whose font I find incredibly distressing) and went right up to the shoe department where a profoundly awkward salesman watched as I picked a pair of rain shoes off the display, slipped them on and said that I'd like to buy them and wear them out of the store.

I'd actually been meaning to buy these shoes for a long time but had been putting it off, hoping the weather wouldn't necessitate that I actually go out of my way to get them. But the rain stops for no one, and now that I have my new shoes I am very happy (that's not to say I wasn't happy before).

I once told a professor that a new pair of shoes can drastically alter the way in which one thinks about life- for when one has something attractive and solid on which to stand, one is more apt to feel and behave like a more confident, alluring and secure individual. In my rainshoes I feel adorable. And now I don't care if it rains for the rest of spring, so long as I have them on my feet.

My charmed life is about to get charmier

I cannot even begin to tell you how happy I am that my roommate has finally learned to consistently refill the ice trays! There is nothing more disappointing than pouring a drink only to find that the only thing frozen in the freezer is the edamame I bought last July.

I'm also incredibly happy because the rest of this week is going to be beautiful. Here are the things I'm most looking forward to as the weather warms and the days get longer:

• Long walks with my pipe through Boston's various green spaces
• Lying on the grass and looking up at the sky through chlorophyll enriched leaves- the contrast between green and blue is so absolutely heavenly!
• Sidewalk cafes
• Drinking minty mojitos at sidewalk cafes and getting a suntan while I'm doing it
• Dresses, light jackets, and summer footwear
• Sunday mornings at the SoWa market
• Sleeping with all the windows open
• Grilling/grilled foods (chicken, burgers, peaches, zucchini, pizza, tomatoes, etc.)
• That pleasant evening air that isn't quite hot but isn't cold either... it's just perfect
• Driving with the windows down
• Reading in the sunshine

The list could go on and on and on, but I'll stop before I get too caught up in daydreaming about the next couple months. But it's quite nice, daydreaming- especially when the weather is crap and you've been sitting in wet boots all day...

Perfect Days

At some point in the past two days whilst walking through Boston in the beautiful spring sunshine (am I jumping the gun by calling it spring? Probably), my freckles came out. It's weird, I know, but growing up I always aspired to be one of those magnificently freckled people who get cute sunburned cheeks and a full face of tiny brown spots. Those same people are prone to ultimately ending up with skin cancer, but as a filthy child I didn't care about such things and gazed longingly at pictures of Pippi Longstocking and Huck Finn who ran through the sunshine with reckless abandon, their faces sprinkled with a smattering of sweet freckles.

I like to think that like the budding trees and growing grass, my freckles are some indication that winter is definitively behind us, however I know I'll probably get impaled by a rogue icicle for saying so.

Ho hum.