nostalgic spring

human hosepipe: 5 more days

I just got back from the first Harry Potter party of the Deathly Hallows season.  We dressed up, did trivia, played quidditch, and watched Deathly Hallows Part 1.  I even tried out a new recipe--BUTTERBEER CUPCAKES!  I think they turned out pretty good, however I've never had the pleasure to try real Butterbeer (although two of my friends have, those lucky ducks) so I don't know any better.

As a storm raged on, we watched the film and chatted.  It was quite a relief hearing about everyone else's personal cryfests during this tough time.  I'm glad I'm not the only one pulling a Cho Chang, breaking out in tears at any given moment.  This video that I so cruely posted on Facebook a few months ago was brought up in conversation.  Warning:  It launched 48091283091 tears.  Sorry 'bout that...

After the movie ended, I headed home in the storm.  It was only sprinkling, but the sky was occasionally lit by forceful lightning.  With the Voldemort-like lightning, the warm buttery smell left by the Butterbeer cupcakes, and A Very Potter Musical blasting, I drove home feeling quite nostalgic (and human hosepipe-esque once more).  You know something monumental is coming to a close when you're nostalgic before it's even ended.  But like an enchanted snitch once wisely advised, "I open at the close"... The end is near, but the magic will continue to flourish (& Blotts)!

8 MORE BLOODY DAYS

SO MUCH EXCITEMENT/CHOKING BACK TEARS.  (Rereading the series was the best/worst idea ever.  So many memories attached to these books--it's Avada Kedavra-ing me!)

Here's something to ease the pain:

ridiculous

My new favorite thing to do is eat junk food while reading Harry Potter. Funny, but without fail this makes me feel 10 again.

And yet, the same feeling overcomes me as I eat sushi while reading Chamber of Secrets. (This happened only moments ago.) I'm pretty sure I have just spent numerous meals with books plastered to my face.

The scolding I used to get!

this ring reminds me of being little

and having my grandma convince me that bow-tie pasta (that I would take out of her bow-tie soup and bite the sides off of) held invisible vitamins in its middle. I think I will make my own ring out of real ones instead!

i'm having a Arcade Fire/Imogen Heap/Zach Braff moment

...you know how those go, right? Or not.

Makes me a bit nostalgic for 7th and 8th grade (aka the simpler days; see above with Katie's dog Lola--later we went for ice cream and hit Micheal's with Erin and Lisa).

I got silver metallic ink on that pink silk headband while I was making posters the time I ran for 8th grade Student Council delegate. I lost. I still have all my other huge bow headbands to show for though!

(And Nicole, that is the Anthropologie cardigan you handed down to me so long ago. I wore that thing to shreds merely because it was the only thing I owned from Anthro then.)