[in progress]So good. Next camp girl brunches have been officially moved to Queens as we explore all the deliciousness that borough has to offer. And so easy to get to with free parking on Sundays.
8 years ago
Sunday, February 8, 2009
*Sripraphai and Chinese Camp Girls
[in progress]So good. Next camp girl brunches have been officially moved to Queens as we explore all the deliciousness that borough has to offer. And so easy to get to with free parking on Sundays.
Wow, That's...Kinda Grownup!
[in progress]A house!
A baby!
Life insurance!
Yummy rice, chicken and spinach
Bridget ate the entire bowl of olive tapenade.
Pug Rage
I submit to you exhibit A - evidence of Petunia's wrath at not being able to get into my bedroom. Needless to say, she was not allowed to come with me to visit friends today.4 Years and Still Going Strong
After being lazy and getting my hair cut near my office at lunch - I'm sorry, I promise I won't betray you again - I went back to Charlie whose salon is just down the street from my house (in warm weather, I run to and from my appointment). And it was good to get back together again.
He isn't your typical stylist. There's no small talk, no how was your day. I say "trim", he nods and we are silent for the next 30-40 minutes. He shuts out the world and no one, not the phone ringing, the other stylists, or crying children, distract him from the task at hand. I let him cut my hair the way he wants. He straight irons it first and then goes to town with scissors - no razors. At the end, it is layered perfectly, light, smooth and gorgeous. Sometimes, I wonder if he gives this exact haircut to hundreds of other customers. Despite his reticence and general marble-like demeanor, he did crack a smile when I told him that it has been 4 years and I wanted a picture with him.
He isn't your typical stylist. There's no small talk, no how was your day. I say "trim", he nods and we are silent for the next 30-40 minutes. He shuts out the world and no one, not the phone ringing, the other stylists, or crying children, distract him from the task at hand. I let him cut my hair the way he wants. He straight irons it first and then goes to town with scissors - no razors. At the end, it is layered perfectly, light, smooth and gorgeous. Sometimes, I wonder if he gives this exact haircut to hundreds of other customers. Despite his reticence and general marble-like demeanor, he did crack a smile when I told him that it has been 4 years and I wanted a picture with him.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
*Flex Mussels with W
YUM! So unbelievably fresh. I loved all of the oysters (we did not order the Kumamotos - the creaminess grosses me out). We had the Louisiana style mussels - clams, andouille sausage, potatoes, old bay. Sides of amazing fries and petite asparagus.
My Boy
Just look at my little man! He certainly is taking after me. He looks so good in Burberry, likes to eat a lot and go to bed early.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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