#reverb11: five guilty pleasures

God, I love a good list. I took the weekend off from almost everything having to do with the internet, and then had a race of a day today, so to see such a great short prompt from the Reverb group hosted at Geekin Hard makes keeping up with the project much easier. Describe five guilty pleasures? Yes, please.

  1. Whole days spent reading. I love to finish a book in a day, starting it up in the morning, going downstairs for desultory snack-sized meals here and there, and finishing after dark before bed. I love to stay so submerged in a story that my regular life doesn’t dilute it.
  2. The one that’s listed on the main site today in my currently post: a gigantic slice of red velvet cake that came into my possession on Friday quite unintentionally. It was incredible. Three layers tall, frosting only barely sweet enough to cut the cream-cheese tang, and candied tart cherries on top for garnish. People seem to think that all you need to do for red velvet cake is to bust out the red #4, but done right it’s a religious experience.
  3. Lush bath bombs. I do not want your off-brand drugstore-vintage bath fucking “fizzies.” I want a bath bomb, an enormous, handmade gob of fragrance and softening power that stains my bathtub and allows me to slip into another world for an hour. I do not want to whack it on the tub to break it in half and save some for later. I want the whole experience, the glorious waste of money, the way my muscles give up every shred of tension. Actually, I have no guilt at all about number 3.
  4. My book collection. It’s really out of control, I know that. I have been much more conscientious about reading library books instead of buying them myself, but when I browse through the shelves looking for just the right thing to read, I’m always glad that I’ve packed them so full.
  5. Paper, especially correspondence stationery and notebooks. My lower right-hand drawer groans. But if you think I can stop myself from picking up just one or two things whenever I pass a store that sells stationery, you would be sadly mistaken. I need to have more pen pals, before that lower right-hand drawer won’t close at all.

I can think of all sorts of things that I maybe should feel guilty about. Jars of jam that cost as much as a pair of shoes, a bottle of wine always at the ready, the stash of intoxicating candles in my nightstand that are waiting patiently to kiss a flame. Guilt doesn’t have the power over me that it used to; I’m a recovering Catholic and I have worked hard to overcome it.

I’m a leetle guilty that I’m behind on reading the Reverb posts of others and even addressing the generous comments here. Tomorrow is a free day, though, and I’ll be back in form, I promise. In the meantime, point me to your five-guilty-pleasures posts, or whichever other prompt you took on today, and I will be there tomorrow with totally-not-Christmasy bells on.