One more Sunday
May 26, 2002i am waiting for the pie to arrive. it will be accompanied by the boston cream, french apple and a la mode gang, my dear and silly friends. we are going to mix cocktails, eat junk and tell stories. giggling is optional. thank you in advance for coming. if i forget to tell you, i had a wonderful time.
this afternoon has been splendid. i got home, read another chapter of the divine secrets of the ya-ya sisterhood and took a nap. i went to three markets in search of mint. i cooked some pasta and ate at sunset. i plugged in the christmas lights.
it doesn’t sound like much, and i guess it really wasn’t. that is the beauty of a sunday before a holiday. you don’t really have to do anything productive or sleep early, because you don’t have to go to work the next morning. you have one more day to sleep in and catch up and kick back.
you have one more sunday.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
