I am rushing to the airport this morning to pick up our very dear friends, John and Paige, who I can hardly wait to see. I plan on soaking up all of the short time they are here so posting may be a wee light the next two days. We have dinner plans and drinking wine plans and laying in Dolores Park plans. None of those plans allow a computer, natch. I'll see you bitches back here Saturday most likely. Don't miss me too much.
Have been coveting a piece (or two for some time now). I'm not really a collector of anything but I AM totally one of those sentimental people who would love to have family heirlooms to pass down to her children, and them to their children, and them on to...well, you get the point. I think a collection of Astier de Villatte would be the perfect place for this rustic modernist to start, don't you? As someone is is really not that fond of jewels or gems, it would be such a special way to mark anniversaries, or children, or for big milestones in your life together.
I am particularly fond of this piece:
I've got the farmhouse table already and I know, deep down in my heart, that this bowl would look so lovely sitting atop it.