This week is all about rich red–one of my very favorite colors, and always autumnally appropriate!
On Friday afternoon, I collected my things (including a few bottles of bubbly chilling in the mini-fridge where I hide the emergency Perrier) and headed home. I put the silver Champagne bucket in the freezer, applied a little more blush and welcomed a new/old friend and her husband into our home. Chelsea and I hit it off the way only internet friends truly can, since we already knew so much about one another, and it felt like we were picking up just where we'd left off! John got home just in time to shake up a second round of cocktails (since we'd finished off one bottle of brut), and then we headed to where else but our traditional Friday night restaurant! We ordered an absolutely feast, and after our late supper, headed to Inner Fog for just one more drink. We put David and Chelsea in a cab and ended up strolled home rather than try and catch a taxi ourselves. I hardly remember tumbling into bed–although I certainly remember the hangover I nursed on Saturday!
John and I both slept in, and rather than dirty up our own kitchen, we decided to get breakfast at a little café down the street. There was nothing I needed more than a lazy morning and a few ibuprofen, and John was kind enough to indulge in both. He headed off to work while I pulled out a few books on ballet history and curled up on the couch. After whiling away a few hours in a ballet reverie, I strolled down to our local co-op for mozzarella, arugula, and cornmeal pizza crust. John surprised me by coming home early, and we dove straight into dinner prep. By 9pm, we'd crawled into our pjs and turned out all the lights–a heavenly Saturday night by my count!
Thanks to our early evening, we were both up just as the sun started to drift through the curtains on Sunday morning. John started roasting fingerlings while I ground coffee and made myself a cup of tea, and we sat down to a big breakfast in an immaculately clean apartment before the clock struck nine (I know I'm getting older because that feels so good!). We both settled into our work once the dishes were done–me with gorgeous weddings, spreadsheets and ballet history books, and John with his Schubert scores. We took an afternoon break for turkey, swiss and avocado sandwiches (along with a side of Frasier and a Mexican Coke), then dove back into our respective projects. When John headed off to a team meeting at the distillery, I practiced some yoga and crossed a few more things off my to-do list, including a trip to the grocery store for warm weather supplies–namely watermelon and lemonade! We had a simple salad with roasted corn and avocado along with a few slices of ice cold watermelon and headed to bed with members of the Paris Opera Ballet in their 2000 production of George Balanchine's Jewels.
I'd love to hear what you were up to this weekend, but I'm even more curious about your favorite color. Do you have one, or do certain colors make it to the top of your list during different seasons?
Image by Jen Huang Photography for Rêverie Magazine, Spring 2013.