We shopped and prepped and sewed and built and created. By late evening we were hungry and tired. We toasted fresh bread and smeared it with lightly salted butter, duck and goose rillettes and chèvre. We stood at the counter, talking and eating and laughing, and the night seemed endless.
Listening to Louis Armstrong, knitting a new cowl for fall, and sipping on a French 75.
I’m changing up my blog again. Look forward to shorter, more frequent posts. 🙂