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| 43/365 The new Laura Ingalls Wilder annotated autobiography is 370+ pages of stories that brings back memories of days spent reading the Little House on the Prairie books when I was a child. I still have the set of books my grandma gave me one year; they're dog-eared with love. My ideal afternoon is spent curled up with a good book (and I'd be lying if I didn't say it included something sweet like these owl cookies. (Full disclosure: the cookies are just a prop for the photo, as they were a Valentine's gift for my roommate's kid. I put them back in their box without tasting -- or licking! -- them.) |
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| 44/365 My loot from Wednesday's FlippinChi // FlippinPubs print exchange! It was great to meet so many new people & put faces to the names behind Chicago's talented Instagram community. Looking forward to the next one! |
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| 45/365 This cutie is fascinated by his new Beggin' Poppers treat jar. I know, I'm a dork -- I basically bought my dog a Valentine. He waits so patiently for the treat to fly off so he can chase it down. (Ok, so he cheated once and "stole" the treat before he understood he was supposed to wait for it to pop.) |
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| 46/365 Swimming lessons. I can't tell you how many hours I've spent staring at the black line at the bottom of the pool. I was a serious swimmer from grade school through my first two years of college (can you say shoulder injury?). Pruny fingers, chlorinated hair, goggle marks on the face, 6 a.m. training sessions. I wouldn't trade it for anything. Swimming taught me discipline, that I could keep going just a bit longer than I thought I could, to have faith in myself, and to keep pushing through to the very end. Because every second counts. |
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| 47/365 Can you believe this was my first time inside the Field Museum?! |
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| 48/365 Liquid Gold |
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| 49/365 I'm not a cat person, I swear. Cats don't listen when you tell them to sit still for pictures. But this one sure is cute. |
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