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Some lunch dates are opulent and you have to use hairspray, shine your shoes, lint roll the jacket. This is a different kind of lunch date. Today weāre having black coffee and salmon soup on a plastic tray. Iāll sit across you, spread butter 5mm thick on my focaccia, and explain everything. I found an amazing jewel-box online shop and blog by German merchant Tina Pahl. Itās so low-tech. It feelsā¦
At the end of March there are a couple of weeks in Lapland where the sun stays high in the sky into the evening. The ground is covered in a plush layer of snow, like whipped cream on crushed Oreos. We prepared for our trip to the land of marshmallow winter. David skiied for hours every weekend. I did not. We watched the Winter Olympics with a religious regularity, so chock-full of raw humanity itā¦
Late May. All the build-up to Memorial weekend but without the release since Finland doesnāt celebrate. Mentally, Iām laying on a warm red rock drinking a cold brew from a pink plastic straw and watching seagulls draw circles in the sky. Physically, Iām zipping up the K-Way and getting a cinnamon bun to pull me through the last eight hours of Friday. Monday This grey sweatshirt is heir to theā¦
My first opera was a spaghetti western written by Puccini: La Fanciulla Del West . I saw it at the Vienna State Opera on a Monday in January. The opera house was like a convention center. We sat in the rafters against seats at 90-degree angles. Our posture was absolutely upright. I wore a red and blue silk DVF dress. This was Austria. The masses represented a sartorial grab bag of Jack Wolfskinā¦
Plum Sykes wrote about how she and her sister would take Saturday lunch dates to eat soup at a glitzy restaurant and drink martinis in NYC. Theyād pop into Barneyās and Prada a little tipsy and buy a little skirt or some manolos then break their heels at the club that night. VF article about ladies who lunch Hereās lunch date #1 : weāre having Joe and the Juice, looking at my camera roll and goingā¦
In April we went to Crete and it was my first time in the land of olive tree pastures and ancient rock chapels. The bougainvillea was opening its eyes and the jasmine was too. Every morning, I got three oranges from the basket that were picked from the tree next door. I squeezed out the juice and poured it into two tiny wine glasses. David made coffee in the French press. We forgot to eat lunch.ā¦
Most travel days start by packing chaos into my routine for maximum crash when I finally arrive to the destination. I had an extra large cold-brew and went to a new exercise class, took a shower in the middle of the day. My adrenaline was so high I could have flown the plane myself. I packed my samsonite and tote bag so I could give my shoulders (David's shoulders) a break from the lavender XXL LLā¦