friday bubbles of champagne to you m’loves!
has the week treated you kindly?
did you throw arrows and darts at your fears? sew cashmere mittens and cosset the face of your clover?
last night i conquered one of my biggest banes: i cooked.
okay it was an arugula salad, whose only ingredients consisted of lettuce, olive oil and lemon….but in my version of the story, that is cooking.
it’s muthafuckin’ iron chef actually.
i loved it…almost as much as i love the face of my “jones” staring up at me, unblinking, as i try to watch fall tv.
here are a few of my other friday loves:
handwritten notes from the ones i adore.
is there anything better?
it doesn’t have to be a novel; even a post-it in the mail can have lasting, fuzzy effects.
i wrote about this yesterday, but this ice cream is so crazy good i had to show you.
where do i start? the dark chocolate pudding you can actually taste? or the pieces of chocolate stout cake that seemed to have miraculously not turned soggy amongst all the creamy rightness.
get thee to your nearest frozen food aisle, STAT.
i’m in love with my new robe.
priscilla is fond of it too; she keeps snatching the belt when i’m in the bathtub to make headbands and a noose for her brother.
when i slip this fancy-pants robe on, i immediately feel like a disney princess.
…..typically mulan, but that’s just because we look similar.
puffs of happy and gratitude flurry out of this ever inconstant teapot i call “life.”
this week i had two, separate conversations where friends and i marveled at the beauty of choice.
even the most ridiculously overjoyed people in this world have some sort of heartache going on in their life; but they don’t let the dark define them, they opt for the gratitude depiction of their biography instead.
i love these souls.
care to share in the love?
what’s making your heart and spirit patty-cake all over town?
see you on the other side of sunday m’loves.