One of my oldest and dearest friends visited from SF yesterday. She’s on a whirlwind tour of the West Coast, via train, bus, and car. She actually spent the night here, in our temporarily cluttered guest room (I am piling garage sale items in there, our sale is in a couple weeks).

As she was getting ready this morning, doing her hair, putting on makeup, jewelry, cute clothing, boots, I found myself getting a bit nostalgic for the time when I put so much effort into looking put together. This morning I brushed my hair & teeth, washed my face, stuck a barrette in my hair, done. But then my friend always looks great, she has always been the one with the clever eye for design, art, aesthetics, style. When we briefly lived together I was happy to let her decorate the apartment as she liked.

I am glad she got to meet Freya. My boo was as charming as usual. Last night we all had turkey burgers and strawberry shortcake. This morning before my friend headed south again, we went down to the waterfront to look at the ultra-low tide, the misty grayness of the sky and bay, and then to the Poulsbohemian for their very very yummy Americanos. When we got home we said our farewells then I nursed my sleepy baby down for her nap upstairs. Can she sleep an entire hour today? Time will tell!

Not sure what we are doing this weekend, but I think I will be making some kind of Indian curry with paneer and chickpeas for sure.