Sunday Evening.

::: By Nicola Yeoman ::: via My Modern Met :::

I’m ensconced on the sofa right now, wishing I had a gin and tonic in a tall glass, with lots of ice and a generous squeeze of lemon, but as I have neither gin nor tonic to hand, I must content myself with the knowledge that I will shop for these ingredients soon, so I never find myself in this horrible situation again.

I have some lovely things for you. Yes.

::: Ice skating in New York City.

::: Food & fashion. Beautiful.

::: Speaking of, who knew that a cauliflower gratin could look so good?

::: Do you have a shop? oh, hello friend has a fab shop swap going on.

::: E.B. White was a total legend.

::: This is a great post. What Susannah says about love (as in looking-for) and short circuiting scepticism rang a bell – during the last 6 months I seem to have drifted from fairly hopeful and positive to the other thing. I must get back out there again, which makes me feel, yes, completely sceptical. But I must.

 

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