batch no. 3
Blimey! You reckon it’s taking me long enough to answer your questions? Sorry about that, friends. Let’s try this again, shall we?
Elizabeth asks: okay, so imagine one of your bloggy friends travels up to montreal for a visit to make sure she gets to see you before you hightail it for that island near france— and you have three days with her– what would you all do? where would you go? what would you eat? what would you wear?
Well, since you’ve already come and gone, I suppose there’s no sense in going on about what could have been when what was, was nothing short of spectacular. I didn’t know how much I needed this weekend until the clouds lifted and I realized I’d been living under them for several weeks. I’m not sure what kind of spell you cast, Miss MacCrellish but my fire has gone from ember to pyre. We declared this the jeans and t-shirt weekend and that is precisely what it was. Our days consisted of lying under the blankets, in our pajamas, on the couch, drinking bottomless cups of coffee, talking about the transitions ahead, doing some creative brainstorming, diving deep into questions and coming up with answers. There was, of course, the purchase of the perfect pair of Providence shoes, dinner at our favorite vegetarian restaurant, fish and scallops with white wine for lunch, dancing to Bonnie Raitt in my kitchen, writing in the café around the corner, ignoring the morning sun in favor of sleeping in and leaving the cameras at home in favor of soaking it all in. But wherever we went, we always came back to the couch. Its velvet folds pulled us in, time and again. It was the weekend when, our most strenuous task was to walk to Studio Bliss to get a massage, the weekend we sent silly videos to friends, the weekend we watched the Royal wedding (because we’re all suckers for love, aren’t we?), the weekend we played soft music in the background. It was the weekend of doing nothing and feeling absolutely no remorse for it.
It was the weekend we dreamed big and knew… that everything was going to be okay.