Nutella, Reeses Peanut Butter Cups, Ladies of London, deep-cleansing facials, pro blowouts, Kérastase conditioner, anything Pucci, corny jokes from my kids, smoothies from Barry’s Bootcamp, spontaneous trips, anything coconut flavored, just-because flowers from the husband, pilates sessions, witty Facebook status updates, car washes (particularly that addictive new car spritz they spray), the intoxicating scent of Fabuloso, Fridays in my neighborhood park, Orange is the New Black, manicures at NailBar, anything Karl Lagerfeld, tassels and pom-poms — these are a few of my favorite things.
So when I unearthed the last two items on this laborious list — tassels and pom-poms — via this to Pitusa beach bag and Surf Gypsy poncho, it was like winning the friggin’ lotto. Okay, not really. Because the last place I’d be if I won the jackpot would be writing this nonsense behind my office desk in my Target-bought PJs. My ass would be on a one-way flight to Bali, bitchesssss. Then hit up the idyllic beaches of Zakynthos, Greece followed by a pitstop in Paris’ swanky Champs Elysées. Then, I’d whisk the kids to Lego Land because they’ve been busting my chops about visiting this magical/tragical place. THAT’S WHAT’S UP.
Anyhoo, tassels and pom-poms are like furry puppies, Diptyque candles, Sundays, a heart shape which magically forms on top of a coffee’s froth, unicorns, hot fudge, Breaking Bad and sprinkles — meaning no one in their right mind can hate them.