I'm borrowing the title from a phrase picked up from a beloved high school English teacher and hoping to make this a recurrent theme. Everybody needs a little something extra to love.
I don’t cry often, but Hannah Katherine’s blog makes me tear up - every single time. A rhetorical and photographic masterpiece, The Art in Life captures well the twenty-something Georgetown life in all of its wisteria-painted perfection. Maybe it’s her love for words, for the District of Columbia, for photography, for life - any host of things, but Hannah makes it beautiful and raw in one neatly bound blog. Plus her two-month-old son Henry and family photos evoke an “aw” every time. Did I mention she’s working on her dissertation?
As if I needed any justification to love hugs more, this article explains the need for lots of them. Give me a few bear hugs a day and I’ll be happy, even without coffee. If elected to Congress, the first act I’m championing is the #givemorehugs movement.
I’m a traveler by nature (a million thanks, Mom and Dad for beginning the plane travel at six months). This summer, I’ve developed a rich love for D.C. and Boston - their culture, their history, their people, and their food. I follow a few (a modest ten to fifteen) Instagram accounts that elegantly portray anything from Georgetown to “Hah-vad Yah-d”.
Quiche, bagels, breakfast food - I’ve always loved it, but I’m daring to become a breakfast foodie (and not just to make Ron Swanson proud). Seriously, give me all the bacon and eggs you have, just not all at once.
I used to gawk at neutral wardrobes. The artist in me silently screamed, “Color, Color!” I’m attributing it to the effects of living in an all girl’s dorm where lifestyles begin to mesh, but one day I looked into my closet and a sea of navy, gray, black, white and beige greeted me - and I loved it. College has unearthed a hidden organizer and a lover (a bit extreme at times) of color coordination.
I’ll risk the label “hipster” to say buy more local. From a gal currently sitting in a local coffee shop run by artists in an art district let me shout from above the steam of the espresso machines: it’s worth it, a million times over. Understandably this is not always possible, but when it is, you learn the stories, the context and the art behind the maker’s craft.
Musically inclined and tight on time, I’ve come to appreciate movie soundtracks all the more. The main reason - phenomenal taste and a perfectly orchestrated playlist for each mood. The best part? I didn’t have to do any of the work. Right now, I’m listening to When Harry Met Sally and You’ve Got Mail (and their accompanying films) because a little Meg Ryan and a lot of New York Jazz is always needed.