So this is what coveting feels like.

When I first tore through my January Vogue a few weeks ago, I spotted several of the beautiful Prada shoes that I fell for during the Spring runway show in a spread called, "Brief Encounters."

Now, I can't seem to get them off my mind. (I also rather like the blue Prada suit that Grace paired with the red woven shoes. Gold star!) It's as though Miuccia Prada and Grace Coddington have implanted something in my brain. Can I also say, that Daria Werbowy is also driving one of my all time favorite cars? Gee whiz, color me jealous.

I am also coveting the Kate Spade jacket I saw first on Glee many moons ago, which Shop it To Me has informed me is now under $400. What a steal. ;)

Dear iPhone,

It would be great if your alarms started working again.

Thanks,
Molly

Bad Christmas Music

In the same vein of someone tasting or smelling something disgusting, and then insisting on sharing it, "Oh my gosh, this is so gross. Try it!" I must share with you some of the most horrifying music I've discovered this Holiday season in a retail environment.

Huckapoo's Wild Christmas is perhaps the most obnoxious with it's infectious, bubbly beat. Listen to the lyrics and you'll raise an eye brow or two.

As if Fountains of Wayne weren't already horrible enough, they had to go and record Alien For Christmas.

Guster, I used to kind of like you, even though I never knew it was you. If I hadn't been over you since Keep It Together, I certainly would be now. On Pasty! On Pesky!  I do however still think your drummer is super cool.

And there is a version of the perennial annoyance, I saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by some girl that sounds like Ashlee Simpson trying to be Gwen Stefani that is superbly awful, but I can't find it anywhere online - thank your lucky stars.

There have been some pluses,  I have learned all of the words to the Christmas Waltz, a song I didn't know existed until this year, and I am kind of digging on a couple of tracks from Christmas Remixed like Bing Crosby's version of Jingle Bells and Kay Starr's I've got my Love to Keep me Warm. Mostly I remain completely jealous of the kids at the Benefit counter with their cool - non holiday music, like Prince, Delaney & Bonnie and Lady Gaga.

M.I.A.

Remember when there was a girl named Molly, who would regularly post on this blog, and then all of a sudden, with no discussion or warning disappeared for two months? Well she's back. And she hopes to post some interesting and amusing things for you, to make your wait and all of your comments about her absence vindicated.

Pins and Needles.

I have been waiting for two movies to come out for months. They still haven't, but we're getting closer every day, and I'm excited.

Five Things Friday

The Five Things I am loving this week:

1. Still dreaming of loukoumades. And while I have no plans to make these little fried doughnuts and drench them with honey and cinnamon, I will think about them.

2.  Ruemag.com. I followed a link from latest Design Star winner Emily Henderson's blog to the new online mag, and found some great inspiration and eye candy. My favorite spread was the Texas house belonging to Jamie and Larry Oliver. So much contrast between black and white, and then all of the natural wood elements around. Color me in love.

3. This week, on the Zoe Report, Mrs. Zoe showcased some awesomely beautiful headbands from Eddera, they are ethereal and Grecian, and so, so pretty.

4. Must remember this:

5.  Oh, what's the word? Yikes! Yikes is the word.

 This is sort of like the time I found out there was a Air Guitar World Championship. Only this time, I don't want to go, or find out any more about the European Beard and Moustache Championship.

Gardening.

Every time I think of gardening and the out of doors, I dream of having my fingers in rich soil, walking barefoot on lush green grass, and picking flowers.  I love the idea of having neatly trimmed boxwoods lining walkways, fresh herbs five paces away from the kitchen and tomatoes straight from the vine.

Sadly, every time I actually go outside to do a little work, I sneeze, I itch, I get scratched, I inevitably touch a snail and then have that gross slime that takes so long to wash off on my skin. This year, less than 1/5 of our tomatoes actually got ripe - something that NEVER happens, and we have more zucchini than anyone would know what to do with. I hate to do gardening and landscaping.

So, what have we been doing all week? Why, gardening of course. We have ripped out long hated plants -- juniper bush, I'm talking to you. And have cleared places and dug holes for new things to bloom. And all of that looks like this:

A pile taking up half of our driveway and four feet tall in the middle.  There is more in the landscape debris bin chilling at the curb, waiting to be taken away.  And tomorrow when the tree guys come to trim some of our big trees in the back yard, they'll take away this big mess.