Abby, From A to Z (& Photographs of Paris)
Bonjour à tous!
Several nights ago, while battling wretched insomnia, I had a teeny, slightly narcissistic idea: why not compose a post about myself, from A to Z? I suppose it is simply a silly excuse to ramble on about moi for a long length of time (26 letters long, to be precise), but, why not? Even if not a soul reads these words, I’ll someday be able to look back fondly at eighteen year-old Abby and her interesting ‘lil quirks and favorite things. So! Let’s begin, shall we?
is for Abigail, my full name, which I absolutely despised as a child. As I’ve grown older, though, I’ve come to love it more and more. I was named after Abigail Adams, actually. Just a fun tidbit of information.
is for boots. I own three pairs at the moment, of which two particularly stand out. Floral patterned Dr. Martens and a simple black/brown pair from Forever 21. I purchased the former prior to my sweet sixteen trip to London, and the latter while in London. Both are highly comfortable and reliable and I don’t know how I would survive in Paris without them.
Update: Since I first drafted this post, the lifespan of one of the aforementioned pairs of boots has ended, but exciting news! Two gorgeous pairs from Modcloth are on their way to moi at this very moment.
Update 2: My two new pairs have arrived! Hurrah! They’re so lovely. (And I still haven’t published this post… yikes. I began drafting it in December and now it’s February.)
is for California, where I was born and raised. I may not be not a fan of beachy activities, but I know how to, at least, appreciate a stunning view when I see it. ♥
is for dresses. I love, love, love dresses. This one is my current favorite. The lace sleeves, though. ♥
is for Enchanted. It is such a beautiful song, and has been a fave of mine for years. This night is sparkling…
is for France, or French, or français. The country, the language…. J’adore. Hashtag francophile. Hashtag why am I not French. Hashtag brb crying.
is for Grimms’ Fairytales. I was utterly obsessed with them for the entirety of my childhood… and maybe still am a ‘lil bit. I adored the lesser-known stories, however disturbing or dark. Mother Holle, The Robber Bridegroom, The Old Woman in the Wood, The True Bride…
is for hair. Mine is naturally dark brown, but I’ve been dyeing it pitch black for nearly a year now now, and I totally heart the change.
is for Ingwersen. My last name has annoyed me for so very long… it itself is long, after all, and quite a few people have had great difficulty pronouncing it, though it sounds exactly as it’s spelled. The surname itself is technically Danish, but my father’s family actually originates from Northern Germany. So whenever it is assumed I’m part Scandinavian, I have to explain…
Interestingly enough, last names ending in ‘son’ are Swedish and those with ‘sen’ are Danish. I learned this from Scandinavian friends of mine I met through school this year. Fun (essentially useless) fact, no?
is for J. My middle name…well, technically, letter. No, it does not stand for anything. Yes, I sometimes wish that I had a regular, lovely name between my first and my last. But no, I have no intention of changing it. It is apart of me. (Harry S Truman inspired this decision of my mom’s. She has a thing for American history, what with Abigail Adams and the J and whatnot.)
is for kangaroos. Nearly all of my very first memories are from a business trip to Australia I accompanied my dad on at the age of three. I remember packing Crayola markers and coloring books for the plane trip with my mother at our old kitchen table. I remember the unfortunate tomato juice incident that took place aboard the flight. I remember my dad purchasing Australian-animal equivalents of rubber ducks for me and playing with them in the hotel’s seemingly giant bathtub (I’m sure it would appear much smaller to me now). And I remember seeing and feeding kangaroos while at the zoo. They are the first wild animals I have any vivid memory of… how odd that my first zoo memories aren’t of the San Diego Zoo. But there you have it. Kangaroos. 🙂
is for lace. I have been obsessed with lace for ages. It makes everything ten times lovelier and prettier, wouldn’t you agree?
is for Melody. At the age of three I was entirely obsessed with The Little Mermaid 2, and wanted to change my name to ‘Melody’, like Princess Ariel’s daughter, the heroine of the (way underrated) Disney movie. I told my parents, my doctor, the principal and teachers at my new pre-school… and so, for about one year, ‘Melody’ was my name. When I began attending a different pre-school the following autumn, I decided that I preferred ‘Abby’ and switched right back. To this day, though, my mother affectionately calls me ‘Mel’ every so often.
is for ‘naming’. Since I was a ‘lil girl, I have taken great pleasure in naming things. Each and every one of my Barbie dolls (I must have had over fifty) had a name thought up by myself. The same went for my Littlest Pet Shops and stuffed animals. Even now I enjoy naming inanimate objects… my pink Fujifilm Instax Camera, for example, is ‘Margot’. As a child, though, the titles I created were far more silly and imaginative. I would stare seriously at the toy in question for five to ten minutes, determining what he or she ‘looked’ like. Children really are the funniest, aren’t they?
is for octopus. When I visited San Diego’s Birch Aquarium at sixteen, I was fascinated by this creature, and it still comes to mind every so often… after all, it is the first thing that popped into my mind when I thought of the letter ‘O’. Visit an aquarium soon, really, and just watch the octopus for at least fifteen minutes. It is incredible.
is for pens. I am such a perfectionist when it comes to my penmanship, and my very favorite pens – the ones I just can’t live without, seriously – are these ones. Specifically. I adore them. (Yay for Sharpie Fine Point Grip Pens! Am I a nerd…?)
is for Quidditch. Do I really have to explain this one? Harry Potter for Life. (I’m a proud Hufflepuff, by the way.)
is for reading. I adore reading with all my heart and always will. Since beginning college I’ve had so very little time for books, though. Soon enough, that will change. I hope.
is for Spring. I love winter, truly, (with the exception of January) but at the moment I just can’t wait to see Paris in bloom. Flowers, flowers, everywhere. ♥
is for television. Yes… I know… but bear with me. Sitcoms are the absolute best when the brain is worn out at the end of a long day, but you haven’t the energy to read, write, or work. Favorites include Friends, Parks & Recreation, That ’70s Show, The Big Bang Theory, and more.
is for USA. I am an American, and am struggling to determine exactly what that means at the moment. I live in France, and am not quite sure what to make of the typical European’s opinion of the US. Frankly, this displacement of mine confuses me. I am happy here, but I will never be French, or any European nationality for that matter. Even if at some point I were to gain citizenship, it wouldn’t feel true. I just can’t help but wonder whether or not I am welcome here… I’m self conscious, I suppose. These are just thoughts I have that I may or may not sort out over time. This ‘finding yourself’ nonsense isn’t easy.
is for values. Compassion. Contentment. Determination. Empathy. Loyalty. Justice. Honesty. Positivity. Simplicity. Thankfulness. Trustworthiness. Understanding. These are a few of mine.
is for wedding photography. As of now, I want to be a wedding photographer when I grow up. My current inspiration comes from Joy Prouty.
is a really difficult letter. All that seems to come to mind is X-ray? I’ve never broken a bone? I guess that’ll have to do.
is for yarn. It is one of those things I’ve always loved the idea of, despite having no actual use for the item itself. Around this time last year I attempted to teach myself to crochet, but as it turns out, crocheting is actually quite difficult and I had absolutely no skill for it. Our little shih-tzu puppy Mabel got ahold of the (pink) yarn somehow, though, and watching her play with it was the cutest thing ever. Who needs a cat? (Note: my family actually has two cats, as well, but I’m a shih-tzu person forever and ever amen.)
is for zoo. I have a thing for zoos. Ones that treat animals properly, of course, and provide them with ample space to roam about. The San Diego Zoo is one of the places I especially miss in California. I believe there are a couple in Paris, though, I must check them out at some point.
That’s all for now. Sending hearts to you! And please think some happy thoughts my way… I’m sick… again. Ugh, winter, pretty please go away?