Sunday Confessions…my first in a few weeks, because I’ve been very saintly? Hm. I don’t know!
I enjoy doing the Sunday Confessions anyway, more like just an excuse to have a little rant I guess? I just watched the first episode of Ray Donovan last night ( I liked it, I’m a long time Liev Schrieber fan and he is aging impeccably I must say!) Anyway it opened with Jon Voight’s character getting released from prison in Walpole, Mass….which is a real prison, I used to live right down the street from it! This made me weirdly homesick. Anyway it’s mostly set in L.A. but has a backstory involving not very nice priests so that of all things reminded me to do my Sunday Confessions post!
So hm…not much intrigue or L.A. confidential stuff going on in my neck of the woods right now, but I’ll do my best!
Confession 1): I have this weird thing where I always I assume I’m going to love whatever hip/organic new food is the latest thing. I had made this presumption about coconut water for a long time without ever bothering to try it because it’s so dang expensive. I imagined it tasting like delicious virgin pina colada nectar or something, I mean, Jennifer Aniston drinks it so it must be good? So anyway I finally got around to trying it, I was so excited to be part of the coconut water sipping glitterati, hey I might even do some Pilates this week I was feeling so smug and healthy. And well... I thought it tasted like….like some water that maybe a dirty coconut rolled around in for a while – I found it faintly disgusting to be honest! I was quite annoyed as I bought a large carton of it as a “treat” to aid my re-hydration after a stomach bug. I’ve tried mixing it with other juices but nope, I can still taste that murky yeuchy under taste – so not only a waste of money, but I fear I am again just not hip with the ultra healthy crowd who enjoys kale chips as a treat. I’m really trying to eat healthier though, I used to be a vegetarian and can just about stomach most health food type weirdness, but certain things remain an enigma to me.
Confession 2): I think I have moths. I’ve gone completely paranoid because a couple of (of course loved) t-shirts have sprung holes. This could just be that I mostly buy cheap t shirts, but a brand new quite expensive top that I’ve only worn once showed up two holes yesterday and I wanted to cry. I’m suddenly super paranoid (if you look up moths you read about their larvae being EVERYWHERE and it makes the whole world seem bug infested and horrid!) and putting lavender infused things (need to buy some proper sachets) and homemade clove sachets (using an old muslin facecloth – I felt very Martha Stewart doing this!) in every nook and corner I can find. The trouble is in Scotland, I don’t even know how to explain this to Americans…we don’t have screens on our windows (I mean WHAT is this even?! Waltons times?), and in the summer you basically have to have your window open or you’d (mildly!) swelter. So you are basically just inviting all the bugs in for a party, which drives me NUTS. It is seriously one of my most ranted about things in the summer - “In America we have these magical things called screens so you don’t have to live like you are in the jungle!” Grr!...
Confession 3): I met the most adorable baby in the world this week, my friend Sarah has an 8 week old and I got to hold her (well she used me as a human pillow while she had a decadent nap, but she’s the CUTEST so I was fine with it J). I hate when I meet cute babies who don’t cry all day long and just smell good and look googly with their big eyes and smiles. Because they do make me a (tiny bit) broody, and I don’t even know what to do with that emotion on any level with my life/financial/everything situation basically. Plus I’m pretty sure cute babies are just Nature’s trick on indecisively maternal one minute/non-maternal the next types like me. I mean, surely I would never have a beautiful tiny baby who did one poo a day and slept well and didn’t cry much. Big, and I mean jumbo big babies run in both me and the husband's families. I would get a nightmare giant baby with croup and other hard things and have no idea what to do with it and pull all my hair out, surely…right?!