Butter
Me in the butter section at Trade Joe’s: there’s never a good selection, too much fake butter. Where are the real good ones, from the mountain cows? I want the opulence of rows of beurre, unsalted, that looks so bad for your cholesterol that looks good, that you want to delve in with your knife, not skimp on, and spread on the toasted slice of bread before the jam.
It may be a family thing, but my mom makes the trip to that one supermarket, out of her way, just to stock on THE one butter we use.
Resolution n.1
Time to decorate, like all decked out. Never stop hoping for Peace. Vote, people, please VOTE.
What I love
The Covered podcast by the one & only Ruby Redstone and Natalie Brennan: they giggle, they laugh, they obsess, and they live for fashion and runway shows. They remind me of Cecilia and me dissecting, I don’t know, the Winter 1998 Prada show.
Prepare the winter fits for an early birthday gift trip to NYC: the Loden of course with something disruptive like satin peep toes or a lacey vintage wedding dress
The sheer-er the dress the chunkier the top.
What I hate
People who can’t control their tone of voice and consequently restaurants where you must scream to talk. Black Friday. Mint in desserts. People who use deodorant as their fragrance, to the point that when I fly and must be confined in close vicinity with such offenders, I carry a small roll-on of lavender essential oil to make me forget.
Resolution n.2
When you keep thinking about it, it’s time to tattoo it.
And for now I leave it at that.