Coffee Break

Taking a moment with a cup of coffee and these buttermilk cookies. Nice.

Egg Cozies

More treasures brought home from Thanksgiving weekend

Egg cozies! The crocheted ones are German, from my Oma's house. The blue one is Danish, via New York 1960s and is the one that is whispering to me: copy me!

It's so cold outside tonight. Our replacement windows are being installed on Thursday. Until then, at least the eggs will stay warm.

Whiff

I am not a perfume person, but I love the idea of Baby M growing up and associating a particular scent with me. It seems so elegant & old world to 'own' a fragrance in that way. To have it be yours & yours alone.

I think I've got it right this time.

I love the teeny glass bottle. I love the feeling of pulling out the itsy little glass stopper & adding a precious drop to my wrist & the back of my neck. I love how it changes and mellows from morning 'til evening. I love how it gets on my scarf & my clothing begins to take on this mysterious ghost scent all on its own. I love how the reaction of the perfumed oil melds with my own chemistry to create something new, unlike anything/anyone else. I love how such a simple act of wearing a hint of perfume can make me feel more pulled together & elevate an otherwise ordinary routine.