"What do you want?" I asked ~ Jane Eyre
I have everything I need this morning, and every morning for that matter.
On this rainy Sunday morning, I was thinking about things that I want. Not the wants associated with my goals in life, because those wants are what I need to have a great life, but the wants that are deliciously impractical or not conducive to my life at the moment.
There are very few places that are acceptable to be a glutton in, and a blog post is one of them. The only other two places I can think of are Magnolia Bakery and Target.
For a half hour it may be fun to be a daydream believer (that song has been stuck in my head all weekend), so here is my list of wants.
I want Bruce Springsteen to do a private concert for me and Lizzy.
I want a 6 quart Kitchenaid mixer in red.
I want to throw a big tea party for all of my girlfriends and insist they dress in garden party attire (that means hats, ladies).
I want to own a Chanel suit.
I want my wedding reception in the European Sculpture Garden at the MET.
I want a beer named after me.
I want a fireplace.
I want an English Bulldog (I would name him Watson).
I want oriental rugs covering my entire apartment.
I want to own a private beach.
I want my apartment filled with lavender.
I want to have breakfast at Norma's every Saturday morning.
I want Thanksgiving leftovers every Sunday night for dinner.
I want to be a contestant on Project Runway and befriend Santino.
I want to have dinner with George Clooney. (D.R., I don't want to hear it! Have I said anything against that dumb blond you love? Anna Kournikova?)
I want to see my sister, Robin, as a character on General Hospital who gets to play Sonny's love interest. (I think this is her want, but I want what my sisters want!)
I want gasoline to be a penny a gallon.
I want to visit the Hershey Spa four times a year; once each season.
I want to spend a month in Italy in a small town in Tuscany, hiring the Italian Nonnas to each me how to cook northern Italian cuisine.
I want to bitchslap Rachel Ray.
I want another Burberry Coat.
I want Jack to never feel pain in his life.
I want my parents to live forever.
I want to guest star on an episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm and do a scene with Larry David.
I want New Orleans to be just as it was when I visited there.
I want a garden.
I want a clawfoot tub.
I want season tickets to Yankee Games in a box next to Steinnie.
I want a house in the Hamptons with a winery for a backyard.
I want to eat peanut butter and banana sandwiches every day for lunch.
I want to become a ballerina as my second career and dance the lead in Swan Lake.
I want to write op-ed pieces for the New York Times.
I want to see the Pyramids in Egypt.
Reader, welcome to my life.
- Name: ThursdayNext
- Location: New York, United States