Lazy snapshots while I’m consumed

Right now just happens to be one of those times that I need more love than usual. Someone in my immediate family is having open heart surgery next week, so I’m a bit concerned and kind of consumed.

When I’m consumed, it’s hard for me to write long, insightful narratives. So instead, I’m going to write short, snapshot-like paragraphs about things that have captivated or inspired me lately, since my life has certainly not been dull over the past few months. Oh, and feel free to send me some lovin’. You can never get enough of that.

Beauty in unusual places
I pulled down a guy’s underwear recently and a pink cloud of cherry blossom petals floated out of them, landing all around me. It felt like I was in an anime cartoon. It was beautiful and a complete contrast to the rest of the evening, which was the polar opposite of clean. (He’s way too famous to read this blog, so this isn’t technically kiss-and-telling.) Spring is in the air —  or at least in my immediate air space.

Grampa Happy
This guy is always at the one dog park that I visit with my dog Dutchie. He arrives with his granddaughters’ dog in tow and giddily tosses the ball for her. He smiles his toothless smile as his lil’ buddy runs into the water to retrieve the ball and he gently pats her when she comes back to him panting and soaking wet. I told him that it’s nice to see him so happy at the park, staying active and engaged.
“What else am I going to do?” he asked me in a voice that sounds eerily similar to that elder perv character in Family Guy. “I’d be wasting away alone if it weren’t for her.”

I learned how to do fishtails and turn off my brain
Last week, I bought a gorgeous APC blouse that’s got a virginal, fancy-French-tablecloth, running-barefoot-in-a-field vibe to it. I figured it would look really good with fishtail braids. I put it out on the Internet that I wanted to learn how to do them and a few people sent me the above video.

Sure, it was super informative and now I know how to braid my hair into fishtails. But the best part of this video is that it shows Lauran Conrad endlessly brushing and braiding her hair.
There’s something about watching a vapid Californian girl, playing with her beautiful, shiny hair, that’s hypnotic. At one point she says: “It’s important not to overthink the fishtail braid. Once you cross a piece over, let it go and just focus on the next piece.”
I’ve decided to apply this wise advice to many aspects of my life.

Some guy fell in love with me at first sight
There’s no way to tell the following story without sounding like I’m conceited, so just let me have my moment.

I was at an Afro disco DJ thing recently when a guy stopped me and asked me what colour my tights were. I was wearing a grey dress, grey boots and bright yellow tights that my friend had picked up for me in Paris. He brought me over to the bar so he could see them better.
“You’re the girl in the yellow tights!” he said. “My friends and I saw you cross the street earlier today. You really left an impression on us.”
He lives in Seattle and was the opening DJ for the main DJ we were there to see. He looked at me with wide eyes and told me that if I needed a dance partner, he’d be happy to fill the role.

It was sweet and flattering. I’d been with four different (and completely unavailable) guys in the past two weeks, but none of them had been so sincere, sweet and genuinely enthusiastic towards me. It’s too bad I’d reached my guy quota at that point, because otherwise I’d have been pretty open to his offer.
I gave him my card and he emailed me the very next day, telling me how nice it was to meet me. I thanked him for making me feel so beautiful. I meant it.

You’re reading this
While we’re on the conceited path… At least once every few days, acquaintances go out of their way to tell me how much they love this blog. I never feel shy when I get these compliments, since they’re always so nice to hear.

I love that you read this blog and I love that most of you really enjoy it. It makes me feel like my time, effort and brain-power aren’t just disappearing into a void.
So keep sending me love. I want to blow my head up to the size of a hot-air balloon.

Thanks for reading, dear reader. I love you. Now show me some love. Send me email love at write@eliannalev.com or like love  on Facebook . Barely anyone’s clicked on that shit. If everyone who read this Liked me on Facebook, there’d be, like, 1000 likes. 

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