NILLA

Nilla sits nicely in my garage. I am not sure why, but not once have I parked my car in the garage. So it is a running joke that my bike is more important than my car. The funny thing is - it's not a joke! I adore that bike. I am not quite sure how to fully express the joy I find in riding Nilla. One Saturday I had what I claim to be the "perfect day." I went running in the morning, went shopping and bought a flirty shirt, attended the Temple, rode Nilla for an hour or so, rented a redbox, and finished the night by watching "Leap Year" and painting. The day was absolutely delightful. The highlight was riding Nilla. I had an entire hour to reflect on everything I had just experienced in the Temple. And the moment was just peaceful. I may sound dramatic - and rightly so - but moments like those are necessary to remember why I am happy. Sometimes I forget. It is nice to know that something so simple can remind me.

Red Nails and Ponytails

I like red nails and ponytails. That's my favorite fashion mode of late. The weather is finally warming up and it seems rather fitting to pull up my hair, throw on some sandals, and paint my nails as bright as possible. I think I exaggerate my love for winter, because when summer finally rolls around, I am positive there is no better way to spend my day than riding Nilla around in the sun.