And suddenly, it was December. Are the months getting shorter while I’m not looking? Wasn’t it just August? I feel like this is an oft-repeated complaint, but it’s true. The year is flying by and it’s been completely unremarkable in its speed. I love winter, I’m thrilled tomorrow is December (my birthday month! And Hanukkah! And Christmas! And New Year’s! PRESENTS!), I just….I want it to slow down a bit.
Speaking of going by in a flash, I finished “Gone Girl” last night. It took about 9 hours over 3 days and I’m still sort of figuring out how I feel about it. A woman goes missing on her 5th wedding anniversary, and the book is told through her diary entries and her husband’s present-day account of what’s happening. I loved it for the first half, and then shit got CRAZY and ended on a really, really weird note. Unexpected. Not in a “It was all a dream!” unexpected, but just…different. People were calling it an easy beach-read when it first came out, and I can see why.
But back to the most important issue at hand: BABY MONKEY. Sweet Jesus, look at that face. I love Sharon Montrose’s work; I have a print of Baby Deer and a Macaw, and I adore them both. Technically the baby animals series is meant for nurseries, but that little monkey makes me so happy I might just have to buy it without a nursery to put it in. I literally burst into delighted giggles every time I see it. Look at his little scruff! His teeny lips all curled to one side! I could snuggle him so hard. I can’t even deal with how adorable he is. Baby monkey baby monkey baby monkey.
I’ve been wavering on buying that T by Alexander Wang hooded dress, and it finally went on sale. I still haven’t pulled the trigger, even though I love it, and think I could wear it in Paris or in the office, because (surprisingly!) it’s hard for me to spend money on myself this close to the holidays. This logic, however, is completely lost when it comes to candles. Crazy Candle Lady doesn’t care about things like holidays. I first wrote about these French Baguette candles in a My Inner French Girl post (a new one is coming next week!), and since then I’ve purchased 4 of them. I can’t stress enough how delicious they smell. If you want your house to smell like a Parisian bakery without the carbs, go buy one. Pretend it’s a gift for someone else if it makes you feel better.
And finally, despite the protestations of both Annie and Sam, I’ve gone over to the dark side and am now addicted to Made in Chelsea. It’s like The Hills, but British, and without the excessive plastic surgery and back-stabbing. Everyone on the show seems genuinely nice, or as nice as 22 year olds with tons of cash and nothing to do can be. There’s Caggie, who’s in love with Spencer, who’s dating Funda (who was in a Harry Potter movie!), and best friends with Hugo, who’s caught between Rosie and Milly who are both best friends with Caggie. There’s also Francis, who inexplicably owns his own diamond empire at 21 and has a Lithuanian assistant who is dating his best friend Frederik, a male model. There’s also Binky and Cheska, who have the best and most ridiculous names of all time, who are best friends with Ollie, who flat-irons his shoulder length hair, wears makeup, posed half-nude in a park with a bunch of bananas in front of his crotch, and who surprised absolutely no one by announcing he was bisexual. Apparently I only watch English tv imports these days. It’s obviously less, um, esoteric than Downton Abbey, but as far as reality tv shows go, it’s glossy and pretty fabulous.
What are you guys up to this weekend? I’m doing some writing, obviously, and maybe buying our Christmas tree! Have a good one, kiddos.