a day in the life
The lilacs are in the flower district. It's nice because the scent wafts along the street and helps me avoid the block that doesn't smell so sweet. Warmer weather brings poorly scented streets in my neck of the woods.
This guy had a huge grin on his face - wedding flowers, I'm guessing.
What is it? Breakfast at a very high profile event with a very high profile honoree...
who made a very moving speech about her mother. She looked pretty damned good too, for those of you wondering. She had just stepped off a plane from India and her hair (my goodness, the number of people who asked me about her hair!) was lovely. It softened her somehow. And don't get nervous about her jacket: it's a peplum not her shape.
Just so you don't think it was just the nine of us at breakfast -
it was 3009.
I was very lucky to be invited.
Best outfit of the day?
I should do a series called Outfits From Behind. Maybe.
Busybusybusy at work, and now, K is on a project as well. (Thank you chanters/prayers/soothsayers!)
I feel, though, like summer is upon us. That is what comes of making plans and dates for things well into July.
I hate my hair. That is all.
That same evening as the breakfast, accompanied by nine of my closest work-mates, including the man who saved the day in Italy, we attended a cocktail and dinner event.
(Man Who Saved The Day In Italy) (Man Who Also Kept My Whiskey Glass Full)
I was going to say, sarcastically, that it was a rollicking good time but, in fact, we had a lot of laughs.
I'm off to do some Sunday chores.