Oh hello!

I'm so honored to recieve this Most Infrequent Blogger Award!
I'd like to thank my parents for making me. Without them, I wouldn't be here. Like but seriously.
And a huge thanks to Blogger for directing me straight to my email whenever I tried to log in. Had it not done so, I might have actually posted during this brief but excellent period in my life!  And last but not least, to my computer for falling into a coma for three weeks. Were it not for your tragic coma and miraculous resurrection, I might have remained an anonymous blogger, simply making friends and family jealous with my thrilling tales of adventures overseas! As it is, I am instead The Most Infrequent Blogger. Thank you, Internet Gods, for giving me this award -I'll keep it on the shelf next to my Oscar that also doesn't exist!







Here's some pictures from my real-life adventures that actually happened and were actually awesome, whether I chronicled them on Blogger or not.
You can also check me out on the social networks I did keep up on, a.k.a. The FB and Instagram (enthusiasmandanthologies). And I'm on Twitter, too...technically. But were you to follow me on it...well, I haven't tweeted, so that would be boring. Check out ma pictures on this post instead. And the words that go with it. And I will seriously wrap this up now. And maybe post a link of this to Twitter. And I will have finally Tweeted. #meta.
Pictures of the place that has changed me forever.
xxx

Or one.

More when the Internet gets over itself and lets me put more up. You'll just have to be satisfied with this. Trees, a cab, a man, the sun, a fence, leaves, asphalt...all very unique to London.
More another day. I promise to never again be even considered for the very prestigious blogging award I just won. More posts stat.
xxx
Tabby

Adieu darlings!

This is the last day at home before I go, kids!
Next time I talk to ya'll, I'll probably be in Paris. Anyone else weirded out/madly excited/OUT OF THEIR FREAKING MIND about that? Anyone...? Just me...?
Okay, just me.
I am slam-bang absolutely totally madly thrilled about this, with just a little lump in my throat called "mypuppiesandmyfamiliaandautumnhere".  But I think I wouldn't be normal if I didn't. But you just know if I'm homesick on the road, I'll miss the road like crazy when I'm home. Enjoy where you're at, bloom where you're planted, etc., etc., we have got to come up with a better metaphor than that, is the moral, I suppose.
Mes petites amies...let me leave you with a word of advice before I head off.

LISTEN TO GORILLAZ "PLASTIC BEACH". I think ma favorite album evA.

Wise advice, my friends, wise advice.
From the heart.

(And I googleimaged "best tour eiffel pictures" to give you the best possible parting picture. And, mebs due to the confusing amalgamation of languages, Google gave me this. And with that exact look of weird excitement on my face I say, adieu.)

 

 

SEE YOU IN PARIS, KIDS!

 

xxx and all that jazz,

Tabby

 

 

 

Oh, and ps, I probably won't be on here a great deal...but follow me on Instagram - enthusiasmandanthologies - I can guarantee I will be on that far too much. S'laters!



Roadtripping

Just got back Friday from a roadtrip through, you know, thrilling places.
(Kansas.)
But also Colorado, Kentucky, Tennesse, lovely places like that.
Also who knew how big antiquing is in rural Tennessee? Child, it's BIG.
Pictures? Mais oui.

Book Cliffs, Colorado

Kansas. They have good sunsets, and...that's all, folks.

 

Rural Tennesse. Right outside Memphis. Green and gorgeous and absolutely devoured by kudzu, which is sad and eerie while being compellingly beautiful. I never got a chance to take pictures of it, but here's some from the World Wide Web - you'll see what I mean. It feels very post-apocalyptic, if that makes any sense. Like in a thousand years from now, the South will be rediscovered and it will be completely covered in kudzu.

And I can't seem to find a National Geographic article on kudzu...for the love, why not? That would make such a great story, not to mention the PICTURES. National Geographic photographer = dream job, anyone?

It makes creepy images, like this girl here.

It eats houses. For a midnight snack.

(Although the fantasty land bit is right - a very creepy fantasy land.)

Mostly, it just kills and covers everything in its path! Cheers!

 

But totally eerily fascinating, right?

 

Graceland.

What's better than Elvis? Two of him.

 

Antiquing in Collierville.

Ditto.

Leaving Piperton.

Nashville, seen through the Nashville filter. #meta, anyone?

Riding a puffin plane back to Utah.

Ten days to takeoff, mes petites amies! Picture post in a few.

And to make sure you have a lovely evening, The Man Repeller:

 



xxx and all that jazz,

Tabby

Paris Holds the Key to Your Heart

D'ya'll know what today is?
Yeah, d'ya'll.
Well, besides being Ben Affleck's fortieth...(thank yooou, Crushable.) (That link was to a very funny, very true article about his sexiness and adorableness. Well done as usual, Crushable.)
It's an anniversary...of a sort. It's like a reverse anniversary! A count-down milestone.
In a month from today, I will be in Paris. IN. PARIS. Not understanding a word, despite eight years of on-and-off French lessons and French 102 and 201 freshman year. Desperately jet-lagged. Probably with swollen feet from my flight.      
Thinking "Je t'adore, je t'adore, je t'adore!" because that is all the French I will retain.
I've been waiting to go since I got accepted in, what, January? So you understand that being in the inimitable Paris in a month is a big freaking deal.
In honor of this lovely day...pictures of Paris! Consider this the first post in a series of "Look, I'm going here, and here, and here, and I'm freaking excited, because I've dreamed about this since I was like ten, so I WILL brag, thanks, but oh, LOOK AT IT ALL!"
Oh, aren't you excited.
At least it's not those Take Away Shows in Paris, eh? You've been force-fed quite enough of those. But cheer up, dolls! It's Paris! As Anastasia's grandmother said, in the "no, no, no, I'm quite sure Anastasia lived in real life and married Dmitri, who, yes, was voiced by John Cusack in real life as well" version of reality: "Together...in Paris."
Not like I'll actually be "together" with anyone whilst in Paris (Camille LaCourt? Are you reading this?) but hey, ho, it's Anastasia, and if Paris is mentioned in it, then that's plenty of reason to use said quote.
But to be more relevant, and still Anastasia-centric (because, I mean, come on! Dmitri! Pooka! "Be grateful, Anya!"!):

Paris holds the key to your heart.

And as fireworks explode over the Eiffel Tower, animated French crowds cheer "Ooh la la, Ooh la la, Ooh la la!"
Also who wants Anastasia's Chanel (!!!) dress? Everyone? Right-o.

And now I'm sad again that Anastasia isn't Disney, and therefore a Disney princess.

Aaanyways! After that completely necessary and fantastic tangent, pictures! (Although can you beat Josephine Baker striding down the street with a jaguar? No, you can't.)

 Paris, darling, you look so hipster, and I love you.



Edgar Allan Poe graffiti in Paris. Just in case you weren't totally convinced it's completely and ridiculously awesome there.

This image courtesy of the fantastic Paris vs. NYC blog, run by an excellent graphic designer who loves both.

 Oooh, exciting, a picture where I can actually give credit where credit is due. The rest of these pictures are the result of haphazard GoogleImaging and whatever pictures I drug up from my massive "Travel" folder.  But this, this is Solange Knowles, could you tell? And this awesome picture is from Her Damn Blog.

(No...I mean...her blog is called mydamnblog.com.  I would not call her blog a damn blog. It is an excellent, totally envy-inducing blog. The end.)

 And I do think this is from The Sartorialist.

 Oh and 11:11...make a wish? Listen to Regina Spektor's thus-titled album? Me, I'm totally wishing for that woman's dress. Just look at it. Fabulous doesn't begin to describe it.

 Opera-Bastille.

 As you may be able to tell...I am getting excited by the plethora of French images in my folder. This is clearly not Paris. But it's cute...therefore, alright? But, hey, you knew about my short attention span when you got into this.

 Well, okay, this isn't either.

 And I'm not entirely sure this is. But you forgive me.

The inside of the absolutely insane Palais Garnier.

The outside by day.

The outside by night.

And, true story, when I GoogleImaged "Palais Garnier night" a picture of Anastasia was ON THE TOP ROW of results. So there. Paris and Anastasia go together like two matchy things.

But this picture. I die. Absolute #travelporn.
Also I'm stuck using hashtags, I want to bloody use them when I talk, for goodness' sake.  #Instagram is #takingovermylife. #takingovermylife is a real hashtag. What does that prove? That #Instagram is an EPIDEMIC and HARD CORE ADDICTION wrapped in one nice hipster package.

Hide yo kids, hide yo wife, and hide yo husband cause it's gettin eeeeveryone out there.

Credit to KTaterPhotography, obvs. Come on, guys. It's elementary. #elementarymydearwatson. #yesthatsarealhashtagthankgoodness. #andnothatonewasnot.

as for credit for this photo, go ahead, decipher that annoying watermark. Gold star.

And we end on the insane and fantastic Sacre Coeur.

xxx and all that jazz mes petites amies!

Luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurve, Tabby. 

Random, A Bit, Cheres?

So I just started following Alexa Chung on Instagram. 6716 followers and...0 following? How very Alexa. By that I mean: How very It-Girl of her. By which I mean: Kill, a little bit, possibly, to be her. (Although everybody hates you for that picture of your mile-long legs, Alexa.  Talk about depressing.)
(Although if she ever checks comments...wouldn't you be so creeped out by people going, "Most beautiful girl ever!- emoticon, emoticon, emoticon"? Or pissed by people telling you that they "love you, but this does not look healthy!!!" Aaaand we're back to creeped out by: "Stunning alexa is stunning."
But the moral of the story is: If you have Alexa Chung's cheekbones and are besties with Christopher Kane...you do not complain about creepy comments. 
Also if you dated Alex Turner.) (Which makes we the regular people jealous as anything.)
Yeah, the Alex Turner I've decided is my favorite songwriter...er...ever. 
All his Arctic Monkeys stuff is incredible, love them, but his solo stuff for Submarine was incredible. Like fab. Stuck On The Puzzle? Um.  Ye-es.

I'm not the kind of fool
who's gonna sit and sing to you,
about stars, girl.

But last night I looked up into
the dark half of the blue,
and they'd gone backwards.

Something in your magnetism
must have pissed them off,
forcing them to get an early night.




Bloody great.
Erm. That is all.
xxx
Tabby