For Love of the Papasan Chair: The Art of Keeping (and Breaking)Weekend Rituals

Like the crotchety old 28-year-old I am, I tend to relish the comfort and familiarity of certain routines. This morning I woke up and felt kind of funky: I had forgotten to do something yesterday! What was it?

And then I remembered. Yesterday was the first Sunday in a month that I didn't spend some, if not a huge chunk, of the day curled up in my papasan chair with one (or both) of my cats on my lap as I read The Paris Review interviews, or Tess of the D'Urbervilles, or Joyce Carol Oates' journal.

Maybe it's the papasan chair. Maybe it's the way Layla looks at me like this when we snuggle:

But it's okay that we took a break from it yesterday. Instead, I enjoyed another favorite routine: sitting on a patio with a perfectly iced caffeinated beverage, good company, and a new issue of Vogue. And later, some delicious BBQ with friends and a kickass movie.

I think the only things we can conclude from all this is that:

a) I like to read (like, a lot)
b) that Layla is the shit, and
c) I need to watch last night's Mad Men, immediately.

What are your favorite weekend routines?

Best Idea Since Hamm's Beer!

How come none of the Hamm's in my family came up with this idea? Genius.



Counting down the days until Mad Men Season 4 premiere already...

Oh, and in case you're one of the two people reading this blog that is not a family member or friend of mine, I guess I should clarify, my last name isn't actually "composes" -- it is, in fact, Hamm.

Umm, hence the joke.

Don Draper is my Wallpaper

In case you’re wondering why I’m not blogging (or returning phone calls, sorry)—it’s because I am busy.

Busy watching Mad Men. Obsessed. I was sucked in after the first ten minutes of the pilot. By the end of this week, I will have finished the first two seasons. In less than a month.

Joan is my favorite character, in case you’re wondering. “She is so much woman.” Of course, I actually started clapping when Peggy got promoted to copywriter. Although I kind of love/hate Peggy, as I do Don Draper. I mean, look at him. But what a pig.

Are you a Marilyn or a Jackie? Don’t know what I’m talking about? Shame on you. Go watch Mad Men. Check out my favorite Betty Draper moment first, though. (Sorry, couldn't embed videos.)