This is my kitchen. It’s where I sit now, writing this and thinking about myself and my weird habits thanks to Kat – who seems to like a lot of the same things I do (for example: eclairs, bright colours and lists).

You see, Kat tagged me. This is the first time I’ve been tagged and I immediately told Ash and Sarah who pretended to be REALLY excited for me even though I don’t think they really knew what it meant. So, for those who are unaware, it means this:

I list six unspectacular quirks about myself and then pass the love onto 6 bloggers I adore.

So, here is me. Six pieces of me glimpsed through a keyhole (as someone I like very much once said).

Uno – I really like grocery shopping. Especially at Whole Foods or a real farmer market. And I am really selfish about the whole experience. I always make Ash push the cart (sometimes with me on it) or hold Whiskey on her leash (which is a miserable job at a busy outdoor farmer market because she gets kind of freaky).

Dos – I am not sure why, but when I have to sneeze, instead of turning away or covering my nose, I instinctively bury my face in Ash’s shoulder. I like it there. Him, not so much. He says it’s really gross, but I think he secretly feels special when I do it. Once, we were in Athens in line at Starbucks and I turned to sneeze on him, except he had gone to the bathroom and I sneezed on the shoulder of some strange man. I think he secretly liked it too.

Tres – Whenever I think about the fact that one day Whiskey will die, I get all choked up. I can’t imagine life without her.

Cuatro – I am the worst phone person in the world. The more I want to call someone, the more I get all frozen up inside with guilt and nerves and proscrasintating behaviours. It’s something I hate most about myself and most distressing on my friendships.

Cinco – My best friend Jaimie taught me to count to 10 in Spanish when we were tree planting (something she did much better and longer than I did) and I still do it all the time in my head.

Seis – I am most happy when reading a good book, writing in my journal, playing with my nephew and getting my hair played with by Ash.

I have to think about who to spread the love to. I will return this afternoon with my final list.

Adios,

Jen

No, not you, Patrick.

While this seems like something I’d normally be opposed to in all sorts of ways, the shivers that ran down my spine are hard to ignore. I mean, if I ever actually published a novel and someone scanned every laboured-over page and put it online, wouldn’t I be a little venomous?

That said, I know there’s nothing that compares with holding a book. And I know there’s nothing that compares with flipping through a magazine, especially on an airplane. So, by all sorts of unreasonable deductions, I think this is o.k.

It doesn’t make me want to get on the phone immediately and cancel all my current subscriptions. If anything, it just widens my reading horizons (because, of course, I only plan on reading Harvard Business Review and The Walrus, not Glamour and Wish. Yeah right.)

Here, you decide: www.mygazines.com and let me know if my moral compass has gone all wonky.

(New love found via this lovely lady from Norway).

Just got word today that I’ve been indexed on Delightful Blogs! Champagne Wednesdays is now a classified delight on all topics to do with Stylish Living.

You can find my listing here.

How fitting on a Wednesday to be celebrating my 100th post?!

OK, 101.

Cheers, readers.

Jen

Card from The Beautiful Project on Etsy ($3.50)

Now for what I came here to say:

We can all dream for a little while before it’s time to go to work, to feed the kids, to run, to grocery shop, to wash your hair, to be someone different than the person who is just having her coffee and thinking of buying this house. Click here to change your mind about Portland.

Jen