Hello B e a u t i f u l s!
Yesterday . . . I blew up our oven.
I was advised to only self-clean three times a year.
Guessing . . .
. . . at 13 years old, the device could only handle one more incineration. Needless to say, tears came to my eyes. I knew it would not be easy . . . or a reasonable price to replace our standing stove and oven.
One of the goals I have set for peri-retirement/retirement is immersing myself in my collection of cookbooks, presently with a particular focus on Patricia Wells and Mimi.
. . . and Mr D, himself, has taken a keener interest in cooking.
I believe we have found a candidate that will replace my/our well-loved and well-worn work/cook horse. Mr D has concurred . . . we can kick it up a notch. “A “mid range” . . . range (tongue in cheek) . . . meaning between 2K and 3K.
I’m a still riding a little high from Jay and Camille’s wedding, two weeks ago.
I love this image.
First . . . It shows Jay’s happiness and passion for his bride and the day.
Second . . . It purveys a trend.
Can you guess?
The “hot” stubble beard.
(At the request of his bride.)
I LOVED IT on my always need to be clean-shaven for his on camera profession son. I also laugh because as a “boomer”, I interpret a “hot stubble” as it an ultimate kick back and relax day . . . vacation.
Best Day Ever!
Seeing and feeling our son’s happiest day ever continues to fuel me and my spirit. I am blessed he chose such a beautiful and caring woman. It was so cool to see her name change on FB and Instagram. We are now both . . . “Mrs. T”!
I plan to share more of the wedding details on the next few Wednesdays”!
And . . . just when you think you have enough fuel to fill your heart and soul . . .
. . . HERE’S YOUR EARS !!!!!!!!!!!
. . . talk about a propellant fuel additive! (They are ready to hit the Magic Kingdom!)
Today we are going to a street festival in West Seattle with our good friends. Mr D and I grew up near West Seattle. It will be fun to go back. I hope to visit Bakery Nouveau. Yes. You’ve got it . . . français parfait!
. . . and I’m guessing a little “mid – 80’s grunge” in the air via the music festival stage.
Gotta hit the shower, throw on my time-worn linen and denim, slip into the old comfy sparkle flip-fops and grab my French market basket.
Alexa! Play “Smells Like Team Spirit” by Nirvana!
Happy “we’re near the end of the first tri-fester” of Summer!
New hashtag today!