My Thanksgiving plans are noted in this week's issue of the New York Times magazine.
Windowlicker (Holiday Edition)
I'm at home on a cozy, dark, late Sunday afternoon, sipping sixteen year old Lagavulin (one finger, neat). And I haven't forgotten Lux Lotus. I've been preoccupied, work, too often, preparing for a trip to London in early December to attend a black tie affair, thinking about a move in the spring–– I'll give New York another year. Sensible, for now. Which finds us here at the violet hour, as deadlines are set aside, the lights are dimmed low, and I give my thoughts over to musings of pure possibility. Here's my fantasy Christmas list, Santa, baby, if you read me...
Chanel black pearls, c. 1981 [$2,680 at Estate Jewels]
Hermès tarot cards [$75]
A jar of rare honey [$26.50]
Windowlicker is from the French for browsing: faire du lèche-vitrine.
Windowlicker
Stashing my white dresses in the country and heading back to Manhattan after two months in Ithaca, Texas, and London. All this summer was missing was a hedge maze and a $40,000 necklace.
[Edwardian natural pearl and diamond collar, c. 1900, 1st dibs]
Windowlicker is from the French for browsing: faire du lèche-vitrine.
On London
I'm off to London this afternoon for a week, and a wedding. (I'm writing two essays for Sparkle.com, on country life and this trip.)
On Publicity
I spoke with Late Night Library about literary publicity, and they've posted the interview as a podcast.
Postcard from Ithaca
I was driving back from swimming in the lake one day when I snapped this photo, a week or two ago: "She who seeks beauty will find it." Today the sign had a marriage proposal. I'm off to put a quilt down in a field and watch the Perseid meteor shower.
What I Wore: Tuesday Evening, Age 34
Persuaded to come down from the country for the night (I'm leaving after breakfast) to attend a party for a King. Not Elvis.