Marie of Watch Me Dress tagged me to write 7 things from my wonder years, I resisted and tried to postpone it as long as possible. I don't respond well to being told what to do, and my poor mother will vouch for that. But then Jen HaHa of Jen Hemming and Hawing Again gave me a Stylish Blogger Award and subsequently put more fire under my you-know-what. So when Monkeyface of Hello, Monkeyface! also tagged me in a seven-things thingie, I wanted to run for the hills and move in with a pack of wolves (who I assume wouldn't ask me to do anything except hunt and lick various wounds, so I'd be stress-free). In the end, etiquette won because I guess I like civilization after all (now I have to RSVP to a bunch of things and I'm yearning to be with the wolves again). So here are my seven secrets, both scandalous and pathetic.
1) I'm scared of crossing the street. I only proceed when a "fresh" little white man has been lit, so as to get the maximum amount of time to finish.
2) It would be safe to assume that I love to shop, but most of my dispensable income actually goes toward... food (restaurants, picnic fare, wine!).
3) I slightly resent Michelle Obama for praising J.Crew, my favorite brand. I mean, I'm happy about their increasing sales and all, but a little peeved that everyone might want to wear it now. On the other hand, it would be sweet if they opened some stores in Canada so maybe I should get Michelle to back me up on this.
4) I don't drive. The few times I practiced on rural roads in Vermont (silos and cows and barns, oh my!), I did a dangerous amount of "eye-driving." This technique refers to seeing something (or someone) you like, having your hands involuntarily drive toward it, and not knowing when to stop. Targeted friends don't appreciate these near-death experiences.
5) I've never broken a bone or been hospitalized for anything. Okay, maybe diarrhea when I was an infant, but that was de rigueur, as the French would say.
6) I am stickler for correct grammar and spelling, so a little part of me dies when I spot errors in writing that is meant for public consumption (menus, ads, notices). Before I started this blog, I was debating writing a grammar blog and while a few like-minded friends loved the idea, I didn't know how to do it without sounding holier-than-thou. Like I do now. And then the fear that I'd slip and make errors myself and hypocrisy would reign free... Forget it. Don't expect perfection, mkay?
7) I prefer that people sit to my left. Yes, it is my better-looking side, but it also involves less ocular strain. I have one good eye, okay? At some point in the future, my descendants will mutate into cyclopes.
And now that I'm done, I will pay this curse forward to seven unlucky yet stylish gals. You will resent me later!