Not hunting dogs.
Posts tagged home.
Dinner with people we’re lucky to have as friends. I was wondering when our little dining table would buckle from the weight of everyone’s loveliness, but it didn’t, which leads me to believe that the table itself must be lovely, too.
Wedding month-a-versary. Still my favorite subject (please pardon the cheese).
[Shot with my brilliant, just purchased Nikon D300 with 50mm f/1.8 fixie lens. Love is everywhere.]
saturday nights are for roast duck, good-hearted claret, rosemary mashed potatoes, bulleit bourbon milk punch, apple pie with steve’s homemade custard, and, most importantly, warblin’ on guitars and the piano with faith.
hey, lady. mind your own business. i nap and look adorable, and you type away like you humans do all day. you understand?
[working from home with the dog next to me for the past three weeks: magic]
one minute you’re letting the dust gather on the digital piano; another minute, you’re getting married and taking a picture of your refreshingly non-diamond, rose de france amethyst engagement ring on said dusty digital piano.