I was waiting for Rob to put the sizzle to some burgers when I got a little chill on the deck. I stalled to watch Eli eat his 6th moth then went down to rummage around the top of the closet for something warm.
This would be the one that goes down in the books as the last chill of the season, because today I sweated my way through a vintage silk dress (thrice), unsuccessfully flat ironed my mop (twice), and got really confused around Shushan and opened the sunroof at the same time as I put the seat heater on.The victory lay in that we were able to eat outside, once I changed two more times. Burgers in the Mist, I’d like to call it. Slightly less chest-thumping in this version.
I’m getting itchy just looking at these. I think only my Canadian blogger friends could identify with this seasonal bipolarism. I mean, I’ve never taken this long to stop talking about the same thing. Except for Chris Robinson. And guys in uniform. But I suspect I’ll harness both of those urges soon enough.
-Carey
COZY. i’d kill to be able to grill on the porch–did you know they don’t call them “porches” up here? PS: cool candle centerpiece–I’ll be copying that fosho.