Unlike Mother Theresa Loomis, my wish list is about at a mile long. When you have a birthday in December, you have one lone month to put it ALL out there.
Without further ado…
My numero Uno wish is tickets to see U2 at the Coliseum. If my colleague and main man Bono is on Strong Island, I am coming for him.
A monogrammed Big Daddy, because a girl can never have too many totes.
Trying to get back into the cooking thing, so this plant based cookbook intrigues me. It would be even more intriguing if it was titled “The Hot Mess Cookbook.”
Because everyone needs a pair of velvet slip on llama sneakers.
You can just imagine how many pairs of leggings I own, but I am for sure coveting these Lululemon ones with the handy dandy side pocket for your phone.
I have been going on and on to my kids about wanting chickens for a while now, but Rent the Chicken made this pipe dream just a little more possible.
Have I mentioned how much I hate winter lately? This alpaca scarf would definitely help. Apologies to the llama sneakers and the chickens.
This “sans regret” tee because I’m pretty sure that’s how life should be lived. Sorry not sorry if you do not parle français.
And to go over the tee, because I’m always freezing and I’ve never met a fuzzy jacket that I didn’t like.
Last, but not least, an intriguing book to close out 2017 — which is a year deserving of some disruption.
P.S. On behalf of all December babies, a gentle reminder that it is a MAJOR faux pas to wrap birthday gifts in Christmas wrapping paper. Just sayin’.
