It is my untested and unscientific observation that Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” is the most covered song I’ve ever heard. It’s also one of my favorites. It’s interesting to listen to, and compare, different versions. As much as I love Regina Spektor, her version disappointed me. Rufus Wainwright’s is undeniably fabulous, and Brandi Carlile’s voice adds a unique take on it.
I recently stumbled across a new version I hadn’t heard before, in the video above. I wasn’t familiar with Kate Voegele before this song, but I think it’s made a fan out of me.
What’s your favorite rendition of “Hallelujah?”
Not going to lie: I’m sort of cheap.
Over the summer, I fell in love with Fox’s Bones. And ever since, I’ve been anxiously awaiting the premier of season five — which aired last night.
I have a new home for the next several months, and that home is the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea. So far it hasn’t rained, I’m still irritated with the exchange rate, and I’ve gotten much better at crossing the street. I’ve gone on several strolls through Hyde Park, walked through Mayfair, and had a lovely time envisioning London of the 19th century, as depicted in so many of my favorite romance novels. Next up: the Tower of London!
The past few days, I’ve visited a few local thrift and consignment shops. I’ve never been a big consignment store buyer, but I heard about a good one in the next town over so I decided to check it out– and I am so glad I did. I found a great skirt, a fabulous pair of navy blue pumps, and a tank top; at another shop I visited, I found two beautiful silk scarves, one of them Oscar de la Renta. My total from both shops? $23.
I have decided that I am going to learn how to knit. I knew once upon a time, years ago, but I’ve since forgotten. My mom’s co-worker is going to cast me on and teach me tomorrow. The reason I’m learning is because I have trichotillomania, an anxiety disorder similar to OCD that makes you pull out your own hair. (I know it sounds strange, but if you’d like more information visit the 
