I'm loving today:
:: matzoh with a smear of dark chocolate. Some look at such a concoction and ask "why"? I say, try it and you'll know.
::the enthusiasm our girls can muster for Pi Day.
::Bonnard at the Met. If I don't get to see this exhibit in the next five weeks, I would really like someone to just put me out of my misery.
::Green outside my window, under my feet, sprouting from branches above me. Green, and not a speck of dirty white stuff.
::Tonight, finally giving the ten-year-old the sleepover she's been waiting for. Wish me luck.
::Molly Wizenberg's book, which is warm, and quirky, and beautiful. And should explain the impulse behind my long-winded breakfast post. Lunch, Dinner, and Snacking to come soon.
::Tomorrow night, the opening reception for Elizabeth Solomon's show. It's a pleasure to have her work up on the walls, and I'm looking forward to seeing her again, and enjoying another fun night at the gallery.
::my husband, who in addition to being eminently lovable, remains ever supportive, ridiculously cute, and remembers to take out the garbage.
::design*sponge. I could just leave it there. And I know I've already confessed here to an addiction. But now I'm branching out from sneak peeks ,to city guides. What can be said about people who make me as impatient to revisit Providence, Rhode Island, as I am Paris?
::Jen 11. A collaborative, multi-venued exhibit featuring my most-favorite, Jennifer Judd-McGee (and ten other very talented Jennifers).
::John Legend. Isn't it wonderful when you find a random song you love, and then find out that everything else that artist does is just as good?
::Julie's kitchen. Which is featured at Apartment Therapy SF today. How cool is that? Incredibly appealing kitchen aside (and you should see the "writing house", or whatever she'll end up calling it, that her husband built for her), Julie is incredibly talented, funny and smart, and her writing always leaves me with something to think about.
::my parents. I say this with trepidation, as they will predictably respond with a chorus of "get on a plane to Florida," but...I really, really miss them.
Enjoy your Friday the Thirteenth. Happy weekending.
More tomorrow. Thanks for reading.