After getting entirely fed up with my age inappropriate hair I’ve ended up knotting into something like a mangled brioche on my head. I really could not give a crap as long as it’s out of my face. With the economic reversal there is no cash this month for a haircut. A major plus is the need for a single hairpin.
I have a new favorite drink: a Julius Orange (gin, orange juice, cream, served over ice with a straw) invented and served at Garibaldis. They have the very best olives ever with some kind of vinagrette over it. I was knawing on the pits like a compulsive squirrel.
Yesterday was such a gorgeous day so we went for dinner of Thai food at Pearl of Siam (it’s a bit of a hole in the wall, but the food is astounding. Even the chiffonade of lime leaves).
Craftual Update: After piling a foot high stack of wooly skeins on the dining room table, something had to be done.
I ended up winding a year’s worth of spinning to center-pull balls. The Steven hid in his office as the piles grew. And grew. And grew.
Huge Girl Crush: Aisha Tyler