A wish list

The trouble with instagram is that it allows you to see the world as it is lived by other people-- and boy do people live such grandiose and fabulous lives. And so, as I browsed through the gilded existence of Amina Aranaz and Bianca Elizalde in pictures, I found myself becoming increasingly envious. For now, I will have to do with wish lists:

1. Pretty pink china and crystal glasses
2. A French chair or one of those lovely ghost chairs
3. A box of Laduree macarons
4. A five-month-long vacation in Paris (But that goes without saying!)
5. A stock of pastel-colored bubblies
6. A mirror just like the one I have in mind
7. A couple more Tintin framed covers
8. A leisurely lunch at the new brasserie Ice told me about
9. And yes, my tuition fee for the coming semester (ack!)
10. Really red lipstick
11. Glass tray and coasters for my toiletries
12. A veritable bronzer for my sallow cheeks
13. A beautiful wooden bed with a hand-carved headboard
14. Shiny crystal things to brighten up my desk and the rest of the house
15. Ballerina outfits a la Natalie Portman's wardrobe in Black Swan

 But enough daydreaming. Let me go back to:

1. Mr. Denby-- he who rescued me from my unwillingness to finally sit on my AP syllabus revisions
2. Gorging on salted butter taffy/ Sofia Loren/ Ferrero gelato
3. Ice to my left, working on his paper on Heidegger
4. The vanilla and rose macarons I will get later

 My life isn't so bad, after all. :)

Some photos from the weekend:

Our Sunday in Instagram

I have become hopelessly enraptured with Instagram that my days have significantly slowed down. I do not merely eat, I take photos of my food, first and foremost. I do not merely go home, I beg Ice to stall so I may take photos of the road. I suppose I do not need to talk about our Sunday, for here it is, encapsulated and shrouded with nostalgia by Instagram.

My favorite part was when we found The New Yorker Complete Cartoons and the Woody Allen cartoon collection in Fully Booked. When Ice held up the giant The New Yorker book to me, for a second I thought it must be my birthday.