When I saw the March issue of Country Living, I swooned a bit. Silly to do so over a magazine, I know. But look! Turquoise, shabby chic, pretty off whites, bright light, clean living space? Giddyup. This is just my style.
I have a domestic bliss folder where I cut out and save photos of houses. One day I’m going to pull this file folder out in front of an architect and say, “I’d like this. And this. And this. Thank you!”
Ten friends or so coming to tonight’s community dinner. This kitchen nook would come in handy right about now, as I scrounge for chairs and space. Thankfully while we may be playing musical chairs, there will be plenty of food to distract from the lack of elbow room. Tonight’s menu: French chicken in a pot, cauliflower steaks, pistachio Brussels sprouts, corn bread and fruity Jello for a low-cal dessert. I wanted to make cherry apricot cobbler, but I don’t want the left-overs and several of my girlfriends eat like birds. I eat like a bird too, a big food-loving hungry bird.
Off to find a clean apron and a three hole punch for yet another entry in the dream house book,