This week of favorites is actually two weeks combined into one! With Buffy passing away so close to Christmas, my husband and I didn’t really have a chance to “rest and recover” during the holiday season, so we booked a random, quick vacation, and I skipped blogging last week. That said, I have a couple favorites from Before and even more During that trip!
Favorite New Magazine That I Had No Idea Existed:
It’s beyond time for my yearly eye examination and while I was waiting for my appointment, I spotted this display in the office:

Umm, it’s tea? Everything, every spread, every article, every photo, all about tea? I LOVE IT. I immediately sat down and started flipping the pages.
More and more I’m seeing people combat this digital age and their scrolling addiction by picking up “analog” hobbies or other tactile entertainment. It’s a big reason I think crochet has been such a wonderful outlet for me. So I, too, have been feeling this itch toward magazines. I’m subscribed to Texas Monthly, I picked up a copy of Color Club, and now, here, in my doctor’s office, was two of my favorite things combined.

One of the articles also gave me a new place to try when I next drive up to Austin!
Despite needing this appointment so badly, I was disappointed when my name was finally called and I had to set the magazine down.
Favorite Signing Pen:
Another To-Do I accomplished before the trip was signing the 250 bookplates for THANKS FOR WATCHING. I’d put some various pens and markers to the test, asked people in YouTube shorts and on polls which they preferred the look of, but ultimately, the winner was:

I do think this was unique to the specific kind of sticker paper used for the bookplates, though, so I’ll give myself more options when I go to actually sign the opening pages of the book. (Maybe a different color for each event? Who knows!)
While we were on our holiday at Epcot’s Festival of the Arts, Rob Kaz recommended this pen for signings as he was adding his signature to a canvas we’d bought!

He did note it was pretty expensive and occasionally finicky, but said he’d done a lot of research and trial runs and concluded this was the best one, so I had to share!
Favorite Bite:
One of my favorite things about Epcot’s Festival of the Arts is the food. The culinary arts, if you will. (My controversial opinion is that this festival has the best cuisine, bar none, even better than the Food & Wine festival in the fall. Festival of the Holidays is probably the worst, everything a little too sweet. And that’s saying a lot coming from a Certified Sweet Tooth.)
My husband and I have developed a tier system and I’d put this “Sparkling Spectacle Gâteau” (vanilla bean mousse with a golden caramel center and apricot jam on a hazelnut cookie) firmly in S, meaning it’s inspired me to try to make this at home.

The rest of the tiers go: S, A, B, C, D, F, but with a bonus asterisk* that can be added, which means it was so disappointing that it’s inspired me to make one at home so I can prove that it can be done well. (Thankfully there were no asterisks needed on this trip!)
Favorite “Magical” Moment:
As Disney World fanatics, it’s easy for my husband and I to get into a rhythm of our trips to the theme park and just do all our previous favorite things. (Disney World is like our beach trip. A place we can turn our brains off and relax. I also do enjoy an actual beach trip, but solo, because, like Anakin, my husband hates sand.)
So we’ve been trying to add one new thing each time, usually a new restaurant. This time it was an “experience,” which is what Disney calls it. Basically we paid to have a prix fixe meal at a new-to-us dinner spot and a (partitioned) good view of the Epcot fireworks. We usually don’t stay for the fireworks because, despite loving Disney, we hate crowds and prefer to already be gone by the time the masses start leaving.
There was this one moment, as the fireworks are going off, that I realized I could see the nearly-full moon slowly creeping up the horizon. A duck also started bobbing in and out of the water, creating some really beautiful ripples and reflections of the fireworks. For me, this was absolute magic.

I’m not sure I’d ever pay to do this again (though we drank enough included alcohol to get our money’s worth), but it was fun and worth the once-in-a-lifetime view (courtesy of the duck and the moon). I would order the Shepherd’s pie from Rose & Crown again though!
Least Favorite:
Getting a sunburn in early February.

Excuse me, what? The high was like 72 degrees the entire trip, most of it was cloudy and every other day was cold. How dare.
I’ve been so diligent about sun protection the last few years—often traveling with and utilizing a UV umbrella—and I can’t believe I was so cocky to not think that Florida would best me. Of course it would.
We won’t be back until May but you better believe I won’t let Florida get one over on me again.
Though most of the trip was relaxing, I did spend a nice portion of our time back at our condo working through A Closet Full of Cauldrons. It’s so wonderful to get to reread this story and see all the places where my editor, Kerri, improved it. In the next couple days, I’ll send it out to a final batch of readers before I consider this fully Done and switch over to formatting. AHHH, I can’t wait.
I started this blog out by mentioning Buffy so I’d be remiss not to end it on a little note about grief. Over the past few days, I’ve teared up three times while mentioning her. Other times, I’ve been able to chat and recollect stories and look at pictures and have those memories be, at least mostly, happy. Even typing this out now, I can feel my eyes stinging. Our home still feels emptier without her, but I’m coming to accept this as our new normal. I’m not all right, but I’m not in the trenches anymore, either. (And, I’m happy to confirm, that my SSRI continues to be a lifesaver.)
I’m not looking forward to when I am all right, either, though. So I’ll continue on this strange tightrope of not knowing if a memory will produce tears or not and do my best to be an available friend, wife, sister, and daughter. It’s all I can do.






































