
I am awfully fond of Erin...
She's one of those rare (and usually jealousy inducing) combos of brilliant and witty and funny and gorgeous... And then there's her fantastic taste and her ability to sleuth out interesting, lovely, thought-provoking art and present it to the Internet masses in a completely approachable way via her stellar blog. (Oh and there's also the house she's renovating, and her genius video series, Dialogue, and her fantastic life list...)
Yep, you want to be jealous, but you can't, because, well... she's also so. freakin. nice.
So, yes, I'm awfully fond of her.
And I'm also awfully fond of her favorites...and I think you will be too! Without further ado, herewith Erin's list. Enjoy!


Thunderstorms -- Nothing calms me down quite like a thunderstorm. It immediately puts things in perspective and reminds me of my childhood, where I'd sit on our front porch and devour a book in the pouring rain. To me, there's nothing more beautiful than those memories.

Music -- Vague, yes. My apologies. But music? Oh, it moves me. All kinds. Nothing can put me in a better mood than an old Billy Joel tune or something Tom Petty-ish. And Carly Simon? Oh, we can't even talk about how in love I am with Carly Simon...

Blank journals -- I have a love/hate relationship with blank journals. I love them when they land in my home, but then they sit there, as I'm afraid of ruining the beauty of the blank pages. Clearly, I need psychotherapy.

Boots -- When it comes to style, I pair boots with everything. Dresses, skirts, boyfriend jeans --- everything. A gal can never have enough (a) lipgloss, (b) bobby pins and (c) boots.


Cheese -- I'm trying to get Husband to name our future daughter Ella Bleu (don't steal that name, Internet!) after one of my favorite cheeses, but he's not quite game. Anyway, I can eat wheels of cheese in my wildest dreams. Really, cheese. It's what my dreams are made of.


Crisp Sheets -- You guys. There is nothing better than investing in some great bedding. Really. There's just no need to ever leave your bed, really. Ever.