so, now I'm on vacation
What's planned for the rest of the week?
At least two beach trips (wondering what's left of the beach).
Movie with Mom: Bill Cunningham New York.
Cupcakes with Youngest (we have a new bakery).
School-clothes perusing with Youngest.
Um.
I don't know what else.
Here. Have a lobster roll while I figure it out.
At least two beach trips (wondering what's left of the beach).
Movie with Mom: Bill Cunningham New York.
Cupcakes with Youngest (we have a new bakery).
School-clothes perusing with Youngest.
Um.
I don't know what else.
Here. Have a lobster roll while I figure it out.
internet restored!
Chicago, day by day
I always have a great time when I visit, but I think my family wonders why I’m usually pretty tired when I return…
Friday: arrived, was met by the adorable Poppy. Dropped my things at the Deluxe Apartment and then got back in the van. Lunch at the club (the penultimate in refined sophistication where Poppy ducked and ran so other members wouldn’t see her cargo pants!). Shopping for party supplies at Crate and Barrel. On to the supermarket where she shopped whilst I avoided the bike cop with the ticket book!
Back to the condo, staged for the cocktail gathering, chatted with the Adorable Mr. Buxom, awaited the guests. Mingled, more chatting, many glasses of champagne, I rounded out the evening with Thai food near midnight and a lovely glass of bourbon. Poppy hit the hay and Angie and I did our best quick clean up. Bed at about two in the morning. Woke at five, parched. Stumbled around the apartment looking for a bottle of water I was sure I saw earlier and…drank the melted ice water from the bottom of the champagne bucket, went back to bed.
Saturday: woke at about ten, threw on some clothes and stumbled down the block with Angie for some coffee. Sat around hydrating and holding our heads until our hostess arose, at which time we propped her up and had her drive us to breakfast with Ms. Lancaster! Fabulous pastries and a yogurt bar were inhaled and then serious float time began. The four of us proceeded to spend several hours lazily floating. Floating and talking. My preferred float was a noodle that I occasionally fell off of.
We floated so long that, upon de-pooling, several of us had a hard time with gravity. Got dressed and climbed into the vehicles for Wendy’s house – successfully navigated to for the first time ever, where we attended a retro Tupperware party presided over by a drag-queen. Hilarity ensued. Money was spent, retro snacks were enjoyed. Everyone wore aprons from Wendy’s impressive collection of vintage kitchen wear. Back to the apartment for Thai food leftovers (the best green chili chicken ever) where I could not stop exclaiming over the fact that it was not green (drunk much?). More talktalktalk, bed at midnight-ish.
Sunday: Wendy texted that Poppy had forgotten her phone. Meeting point chosen, we dragged our tired bodies to Watertower for some much-needed lunch and shopping. I had a drink called The Accomplice: muddled strawberries, gin, basil, prosecco and a sugar rimmed glass, which I could have eaten, it was so good. Wendy drove Angie to the train, Poppy and I cleaned/closed up the apartment and dragged our stuff (so much stuff!) down to the van for one of my favorite rides along the lakefront to Utopia (or whatever the hell Poppy calls her other town) where her adorable husband made us a lovely family dinner, where we sat on the porch in the breeze, with some wine until I-don’t-know-what o’clock. Passed out in the study, I arose at sevenish and arranged for a car to the aero port after doing the dance of joy upon hearing my flight would, in fact, leave. Rode with chitty chatty driver (sister was evacuated from an area five miles from my house) while I pondered what might await me in Tuvalu. Checked in with no trouble (am loving American Airlines – I know, weird) and ate a very bad bagel. Found my seat, put on the tunes, slept a bit and was met by my boyfriend K. Came home to a house that looked like it had weathered a storm but which, really, took no time at all to get back to normal.
Tired and happy, another Chicago visit for the books…or blogs as it were.
All's well!
I'm home safe and sound.
Branches are everywhere, the house is a little messy and we have no Internet (or cable television for that matter.)
Our service provider isn't making any promises and I'm typing this on my phone.
I'll keep you posted!
Branches are everywhere, the house is a little messy and we have no Internet (or cable television for that matter.)
Our service provider isn't making any promises and I'm typing this on my phone.
I'll keep you posted!
Dateline: Tuvalu
Lots of water, not much damage.
My four boys worked most of the night to keep the basement dry.
This is the road (washed out) to the supermarket!
Of course, they've found ways to stay amused.
my eagle has landed
K drove me to the airport this morning. Do you know, every time I fly to Chicago my flight gets in so early that I give Poppy a fright?
S'truth. They announce that we'll be arriving early and I'll text her and she'll have to jump in her car and RACE to get me.
Last night a co-worker texted me to say that the airlines had dropped the restrictions on cheap tickets and were rescheduling people's flights. But when I called they said there were no seats.
I decided to keep my Sunday return ticket and wait for more news.
So. I arrived at the airport and went and found my gate.
Then I went to see the lady at the check in desk...
I am supposed to return on Sunday evening, I said.
Oh, you think so? She smiled at me.
They told me, on the phone that there are no seats for Monday...I made a sad face.
Well I have been working here for 35 years and I can DO WHATEVER I WANT.
She tapped away at her computer and handed me a ticket for Monday. 11:05.
I could have kissed her.
Sadly, other passengers overheard me and the poor woman was quickly swamped.
But all's well. Poppy hopped in the car and found me.
We've had a lovely lunch and we've been shopping and we are preparing for a party.
And my boys?
Well, I'm hoping they don't float away...(though K has done extensive work on the pumps and everything is ready for The Storm Of The Century.
S'truth. They announce that we'll be arriving early and I'll text her and she'll have to jump in her car and RACE to get me.
Last night a co-worker texted me to say that the airlines had dropped the restrictions on cheap tickets and were rescheduling people's flights. But when I called they said there were no seats.
I decided to keep my Sunday return ticket and wait for more news.
So. I arrived at the airport and went and found my gate.
Then I went to see the lady at the check in desk...
I am supposed to return on Sunday evening, I said.
Oh, you think so? She smiled at me.
They told me, on the phone that there are no seats for Monday...I made a sad face.
Well I have been working here for 35 years and I can DO WHATEVER I WANT.
She tapped away at her computer and handed me a ticket for Monday. 11:05.
I could have kissed her.
Sadly, other passengers overheard me and the poor woman was quickly swamped.
But all's well. Poppy hopped in the car and found me.
We've had a lovely lunch and we've been shopping and we are preparing for a party.
And my boys?
Well, I'm hoping they don't float away...(though K has done extensive work on the pumps and everything is ready for The Storm Of The Century.
my bag is packed
I don't foresee any problems going to Chicago, it's the return on Sunday that may become interesting.
I'm glad Middle won't be at work (in a skyscraper).
I procrastinated all week about what to bring and then did a terrible job of packing by tossing all my favorite things in a bag. Fortunately, all my favorite things match.
I'm glad Middle won't be at work (in a skyscraper).
I procrastinated all week about what to bring and then did a terrible job of packing by tossing all my favorite things in a bag. Fortunately, all my favorite things match.
oh what a day
Oh what a day is today
Nothing can stand in my way
Now that you've shipped out from under my skin
I think I'm ready to win
Oh what a night is tonight
I think I'm ready to fight
Now that my broken bones all have been healed
I think I'm starting to feel
Something good
Something good
Now that you're gone I can roll on to something good
Oh what a way that we die
Plenty of tears were supplied
My eyes are wrung out and dry as a bone
And I taste much better alone
Something good
Something good
Now that you're gone I can roll onto something good
Oh you know I moved away
From the other side of the door
I don't have to wait anymore for you to come home
Something good
Now that you're gone I can roll on to something good
Something good
You go watch that song (Ingrid Michaelson) over at Youtube, or somewhere, and I'll sit here humming.
I was in a particularly tense meeting, this afternoon, and, when the other person seemed to roll his chair away from the table at which we were sitting, I assumed we were finished. But, in fact, we were experiencing an earthquake.
I stood to leave and saw people in the hall, running.
I ran down six flights of stairs and realized, upon reaching the street that Middle was across town, 48 floors up.
Fortunately, my friend J handed me a cigarette. I had a small breakdown and attempted many calls.
No cell phone service.
Crowds of people everywhere.
A particularly difficult meeting.
Middle fled his building and went home.
We are fine!
Fine, I assure you...and, yes, yes I am flying to Chicago on Friday and returning on Sunday.
What's so special about Sunday, you may wonder?
We are expecting a hurricane.
It's never boring.
I browse magazine covers so you don't have to
I had some time before my train and popped into the fetid magazine shop in the station.
I had no intention of purchasing a magazine and this was reinforced by what I saw whilst browsing.
I am not sure I believe that is Oprah's hair. Or Oprah's arm. Or Oprah's waist. It doesn't matter to me, personally, but the deceptiveness of it burns me a little.
For many years I'd buy one bride magazine, in the spring or fall, a good thick one, and dream over the photos. Now I have the internet. It's easier.
I think Real Simple is a very good magazine. Really. I do. Good design, decent writing, nice photos and layouts, I even like the paper they print on. But it is the SAME magazine, month after month, year after year, and I'm not sure how it has managed to stay alive.
Architectural Digest does not make me feel inadequate. I do not wish for cavernous homes. Will and Jada look like they live in the wing of a hotel, and they seem happy about it. I'd like my dining room to be a bit bigger but the idea of what that hotel wing must have cost confounds me.
And, yet, Mrs. Obama is at a picnic table. Looking fresh and healthy indeed. I've never read Better Homes. Perhaps I'll pick it up at the airport on Friday.
'
Elle Decor is foreign to me as well. They've done a good job of making Courtney Cox look thick in the middle, haven't they? I cannot imagine how they managed that.
Dwell is altogether too sophisticated for me. Honestly. I've tried. I've got no idea what they are talking about.
On the other hand...
I had no intention of purchasing a magazine and this was reinforced by what I saw whilst browsing.
I am not sure I believe that is Oprah's hair. Or Oprah's arm. Or Oprah's waist. It doesn't matter to me, personally, but the deceptiveness of it burns me a little.
For many years I'd buy one bride magazine, in the spring or fall, a good thick one, and dream over the photos. Now I have the internet. It's easier.
I think Real Simple is a very good magazine. Really. I do. Good design, decent writing, nice photos and layouts, I even like the paper they print on. But it is the SAME magazine, month after month, year after year, and I'm not sure how it has managed to stay alive.
Architectural Digest does not make me feel inadequate. I do not wish for cavernous homes. Will and Jada look like they live in the wing of a hotel, and they seem happy about it. I'd like my dining room to be a bit bigger but the idea of what that hotel wing must have cost confounds me.
And, yet, Mrs. Obama is at a picnic table. Looking fresh and healthy indeed. I've never read Better Homes. Perhaps I'll pick it up at the airport on Friday.
'Elle Decor is foreign to me as well. They've done a good job of making Courtney Cox look thick in the middle, haven't they? I cannot imagine how they managed that.
Dwell is altogether too sophisticated for me. Honestly. I've tried. I've got no idea what they are talking about.
On the other hand...
Monday
I think we got everything done over the weekend.
There is an ominous crack in our dining room ceiling (I feel the need to report) which we suspect is the result of a leak in the (semi)new shower upstairs. This will, undoubtedly, lead to tearing out the ceiling in the dining room and, sadly, the floor in the bathroom. (To be perfectly honest, the floor was not installed correctly and I will not be sad to see it go. I will be sad to pay for a new one.)
Anyway, that's for another time.
We worked hard! The basement is a thing of beauty (Angie! Now is your chance!), the laundry is done and I have a general idea of what I'm bringing to Chicago.
AND, I found my long lost leather skirt.
This has got to be the least flattering photo of me ever in the world!
Never mind.
I mean to wear it with a short sweater and a shirt. Thusly:
Look! (off topic)
Here's me and Middle interacting on the train.
I've been browsing boots for weeks now.
I want these, but I need to find them for about $1200 less. Get on that, will you?
Can you spot the only thing that is K's?
We took a scooter trip to pick up supplies and discovered that
K's Sushi Plus is just a few shops down from
Positano!
I do believe K and I have sat next to this Justin fellow...just sayin.
There is an ominous crack in our dining room ceiling (I feel the need to report) which we suspect is the result of a leak in the (semi)new shower upstairs. This will, undoubtedly, lead to tearing out the ceiling in the dining room and, sadly, the floor in the bathroom. (To be perfectly honest, the floor was not installed correctly and I will not be sad to see it go. I will be sad to pay for a new one.)
Anyway, that's for another time.
We worked hard! The basement is a thing of beauty (Angie! Now is your chance!), the laundry is done and I have a general idea of what I'm bringing to Chicago.
AND, I found my long lost leather skirt.
This has got to be the least flattering photo of me ever in the world!
Never mind.
I mean to wear it with a short sweater and a shirt. Thusly:
Look! (off topic)
Here's me and Middle interacting on the train.
I've been browsing boots for weeks now.
I want these, but I need to find them for about $1200 less. Get on that, will you?
Can you spot the only thing that is K's?
We took a scooter trip to pick up supplies and discovered that
K's Sushi Plus is just a few shops down from
Positano!
I do believe K and I have sat next to this Justin fellow...just sayin.
long week! short weekend!
Not really - it's just that I have the happy problem of going out of town next weekend and, so, as I was having a luxuriously relaxing weekend away last week, there are many house-chores to be done this weekend.
And where am I venturing on Friday?!
Chicago!
As one of my birthday presents from K, I got tickets to see the gals.
And what am I going to do in Chicago?
I'm hoping to do some lazy floating in Jen's pool, I'm attending a retro Tupperware party at Wendy's, and drinking my weight at a Post-Apocalyptic Cocktail party at Poppy's (Poppy's deluxe apartment barely survived a horrific fire).
So, not only do I have laundry piled high, sticky floors and grocery shopping to do (I have a date with Youngest) but I have outfits to plan!
Two highlights from yesterday:
This breathtaking creature rocking the long, black linen dress. A fast walker, but I caught up with her.
Lunch with my lovely, and only, cousin E and her adorable baby F, at which she altered the family icebox cake recipe and made icebox cookies!
I'm planning on making some for the boys later today.
And where am I venturing on Friday?!
Chicago!
As one of my birthday presents from K, I got tickets to see the gals.
And what am I going to do in Chicago?
I'm hoping to do some lazy floating in Jen's pool, I'm attending a retro Tupperware party at Wendy's, and drinking my weight at a Post-Apocalyptic Cocktail party at Poppy's (Poppy's deluxe apartment barely survived a horrific fire).
So, not only do I have laundry piled high, sticky floors and grocery shopping to do (I have a date with Youngest) but I have outfits to plan!
Two highlights from yesterday:
This breathtaking creature rocking the long, black linen dress. A fast walker, but I caught up with her.
Lunch with my lovely, and only, cousin E and her adorable baby F, at which she altered the family icebox cake recipe and made icebox cookies!
I'm planning on making some for the boys later today.
here, back in the real world
Sure, I could go on and on about $8000 televisions and caipirinhas but it wouldn't do.
I have work to do, here in Tuvalu, in fact.
The laundry is piling up, the floors need sweeping and that dishwasher isn't going to unload itself.
(Perhaps there is an $8000 dishwasher that does unload itself.)
Yesterday I attended the Gift Show. A kind VP gave me her badge and suggested I check it out, told me I'd love it, was aghast that I was going to spend an hour there...oh, my gosh, no, said she, you can never do the whole thing in an hour! And, so, I hustled over there at about 2:30.
Myohmy she was right.
I was overwhelmed.
There were thousands, nay, millions of things to see. Sometimes I wanted everything, sometimes I was a wee bit appalled (holiday decor).
Secretly, I was on a mission to see one particular booth and, after checking in with my co-workers and doing a favor for a friend at work, I went on a long trek to find this artisan...
I saw dozens and dozens of booths of hand-crafted/imported/artisanally created goods but nothing compared to what I sought.
Finally I found her. Sitting at a small table in the farthest reaches of the outermost hall, with a small selection of knitted goods and a tiny rack of linen garments.
People all around me were making deals - half off wholesale, no shipping, all sorts of discounts and so after gathering my wits, I approached her.
Will you sell your samples? I asked, tentitively.
She folded her hands across her chest and sighed.
She was tiny and crinkly and wearing an outfit I'd kill for.
Seconds passed.
I cannot, she said softly, sadly.
We were done.
I'll continue to dream of the mohair sweaters.
The rest of the show was spectacular.
So much to see!
I didn't have much interest for most of it but a few things caught my eye.
Soft Maps from Haptic Labs delighted me!
Wonderful, wonderful work by an artist who was receptive and warm.
I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with her and wished I could have made an offer on one of her pieces ($2500 for a small wall hanging).
Beautiful socks!
Bamboo gloves, which I forgot to photograph, hundreds of scarves, a very fine pashmina I lost track of, and pretty paper goods.
And whom did I see on the subway?
Cole Haan!
Sadly, my cover (as a spy)has been blown. He knows me by sight now and all I can do is nod and smile.
Perhaps I need a disguise?
I have work to do, here in Tuvalu, in fact.
The laundry is piling up, the floors need sweeping and that dishwasher isn't going to unload itself.
(Perhaps there is an $8000 dishwasher that does unload itself.)
Yesterday I attended the Gift Show. A kind VP gave me her badge and suggested I check it out, told me I'd love it, was aghast that I was going to spend an hour there...oh, my gosh, no, said she, you can never do the whole thing in an hour! And, so, I hustled over there at about 2:30.
Myohmy she was right.
I was overwhelmed.
There were thousands, nay, millions of things to see. Sometimes I wanted everything, sometimes I was a wee bit appalled (holiday decor).
Secretly, I was on a mission to see one particular booth and, after checking in with my co-workers and doing a favor for a friend at work, I went on a long trek to find this artisan...
I saw dozens and dozens of booths of hand-crafted/imported/artisanally created goods but nothing compared to what I sought.
Finally I found her. Sitting at a small table in the farthest reaches of the outermost hall, with a small selection of knitted goods and a tiny rack of linen garments.
People all around me were making deals - half off wholesale, no shipping, all sorts of discounts and so after gathering my wits, I approached her.
Will you sell your samples? I asked, tentitively.
She folded her hands across her chest and sighed.
She was tiny and crinkly and wearing an outfit I'd kill for.
Seconds passed.
I cannot, she said softly, sadly.
We were done.
I'll continue to dream of the mohair sweaters.
The rest of the show was spectacular.
So much to see!
I didn't have much interest for most of it but a few things caught my eye.
Soft Maps from Haptic Labs delighted me!
Wonderful, wonderful work by an artist who was receptive and warm.
I thoroughly enjoyed chatting with her and wished I could have made an offer on one of her pieces ($2500 for a small wall hanging).
Beautiful socks!
Bamboo gloves, which I forgot to photograph, hundreds of scarves, a very fine pashmina I lost track of, and pretty paper goods.
And whom did I see on the subway?
Cole Haan!
Sadly, my cover (as a spy)has been blown. He knows me by sight now and all I can do is nod and smile.
Perhaps I need a disguise?
8/17
He learned to sing his own song,
he learned to tell his own story...
...and he found in his hopes and dreams,
his own special purpose.
The man you've become is so amazing.
The son you've always been
is so loved.
Happy Birthday to Oldest: a fine son and a wonderful brother.
he learned to tell his own story...
...and he found in his hopes and dreams,
his own special purpose.
The man you've become is so amazing.
The son you've always been
is so loved.
Happy Birthday to Oldest: a fine son and a wonderful brother.
time it was
How lucky are we?
Maybe it isn't luck...
K and I were treated to a weekend away. It was the kindest gesture. A luxurious gift.
It was extraordinary.
We arrived at the hotel in the afternoon.
We were greeted at the car and our things were taken upstairs and we were brought through the building to the lawn - to sit and enjoy the view and champagne.
It was breathtaking.
We relaxed.
We relaxed for the first time in an awfully long time - not even mornings at the beach provide such a respite from daily trials.
Far, but not too far from home, the boys were well and happy while we were gone.
K got a call in the car and was booked for work for the following week.
I felt fine!
Our room was just up the stairs, spacious and beautifully appointed, and overlooking the fountain in the front of the house.
We went for a swim.
I had a bath.
Soft music drifted through our room as we finished the champagne.
We ate in the Library, we drifted off to sleep in a king-sized bed.
It was serene and lush and beautifully appointed.
In the morning, we drove into town for country breakfast...eggs and toast and coffee. We shopped and bought provisions for a picnic.
I got new shoes.
We bought cheese -
and bread and fruit.
We wandered through a gigantic Asian market.
K wanted this dragon for our garden.
We made our way back to the hotel and decided on cocktails on the back lawn.
And there, sitting in teak chairs, gazing silently at the rolling lawns and the trees and the mountains beyond, we saw a bear. A big, black bear.
I took a nap and K woke me for the picnic and concert nearby.
Equipped with a cashmere blanket, our bag of provisions and a flashlight, the staff sent us on a walk to the concert grounds where we heard Yo-Yo Ma play a Schumann cello concerto.
I don't have enough superlatives to describe it further.
It was exquisite.
Sunday morning, after breakfast, we, reluctantly, checked out and drove off to the north to have lunch with my boss, M, and his wife at their wonderful country home.
It was the perfect ending to a beautiful weekend.
We climbed through their old barn and admired the views and ate and laughed and drank luscious pink wine.
It wasn't even an arduous drive home.
It was a perfect weekend.
Maybe it isn't luck...
K and I were treated to a weekend away. It was the kindest gesture. A luxurious gift.
It was extraordinary.
We arrived at the hotel in the afternoon.
We were greeted at the car and our things were taken upstairs and we were brought through the building to the lawn - to sit and enjoy the view and champagne.
It was breathtaking.
We relaxed.
We relaxed for the first time in an awfully long time - not even mornings at the beach provide such a respite from daily trials.
Far, but not too far from home, the boys were well and happy while we were gone.
K got a call in the car and was booked for work for the following week.
I felt fine!
Our room was just up the stairs, spacious and beautifully appointed, and overlooking the fountain in the front of the house.
We went for a swim.
I had a bath.
Soft music drifted through our room as we finished the champagne.
We ate in the Library, we drifted off to sleep in a king-sized bed.
It was serene and lush and beautifully appointed.
In the morning, we drove into town for country breakfast...eggs and toast and coffee. We shopped and bought provisions for a picnic.
I got new shoes.
We bought cheese -
and bread and fruit.
We wandered through a gigantic Asian market.
K wanted this dragon for our garden.
We made our way back to the hotel and decided on cocktails on the back lawn.
And there, sitting in teak chairs, gazing silently at the rolling lawns and the trees and the mountains beyond, we saw a bear. A big, black bear.
I took a nap and K woke me for the picnic and concert nearby.
Equipped with a cashmere blanket, our bag of provisions and a flashlight, the staff sent us on a walk to the concert grounds where we heard Yo-Yo Ma play a Schumann cello concerto.
I don't have enough superlatives to describe it further.
It was exquisite.
Sunday morning, after breakfast, we, reluctantly, checked out and drove off to the north to have lunch with my boss, M, and his wife at their wonderful country home.
It was the perfect ending to a beautiful weekend.
We climbed through their old barn and admired the views and ate and laughed and drank luscious pink wine.
It wasn't even an arduous drive home.
It was a perfect weekend.
random with pictures
A good hat.
I'm very fond.
But which color?
Each has its merits. From CrewCuts.
Youngest took a typography class at art school this summer. I ordered him this shirt.
Filed under: I haven't been there since before Youngest was born
I can't wait to visit next weekend while away with K.
Maybe the right jeans. Ann Taylor Loft.
I love the way this swimsuit is modeled.
And I love this dress.
And HELP, please, HELP. I've downloaded this picture of boots...and I luff them...and I don't know where they ARE. Anyone?
Apartment Therapy calls this home, on the Cape, Victorian Rustic. It occurs to me that my house, a Cape, is Victorian Rustic. With a side of messy.
These, last, from my phone.
Cool skater dude. I see him every day.
Maxis everywhere and all of them lovely.
Her mani/pedicure matched the bag and she looked gorgeous.
A wonderful top of the kind I'd never see/buy/pull off. Flowing and beautiful, she wore it well.
Cool scooter girl. (She should look for the skater guy!)
This exquisite lady was in the coffee shop with her maxi dress and beautiful jewelry and wonderful hair.
A tough shot to get - and good from the back too.
Ohplease, ohplease, oh! please don't eat that greasy left-over-from-this-morning buttered bagel I prayed as the woman sitting next to me unwrapped it from its oily napkins. But she did.
And she watched a movie on her iPhone too.
I should win an award for my restraint.
I'm very fond.
But which color?
Each has its merits. From CrewCuts.
Youngest took a typography class at art school this summer. I ordered him this shirt.
Filed under: I haven't been there since before Youngest was born
I can't wait to visit next weekend while away with K.
Maybe the right jeans. Ann Taylor Loft.
I love the way this swimsuit is modeled.
And I love this dress.
And HELP, please, HELP. I've downloaded this picture of boots...and I luff them...and I don't know where they ARE. Anyone?
Apartment Therapy calls this home, on the Cape, Victorian Rustic. It occurs to me that my house, a Cape, is Victorian Rustic. With a side of messy.
These, last, from my phone.
Cool skater dude. I see him every day.
Maxis everywhere and all of them lovely.
Her mani/pedicure matched the bag and she looked gorgeous.
A wonderful top of the kind I'd never see/buy/pull off. Flowing and beautiful, she wore it well.
Cool scooter girl. (She should look for the skater guy!)
This exquisite lady was in the coffee shop with her maxi dress and beautiful jewelry and wonderful hair.
A tough shot to get - and good from the back too.
Ohplease, ohplease, oh! please don't eat that greasy left-over-from-this-morning buttered bagel I prayed as the woman sitting next to me unwrapped it from its oily napkins. But she did.
And she watched a movie on her iPhone too.
I should win an award for my restraint.
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