About a year ago, we borrowed a friend's house (castle really) and the lovely talents of other friends,
kambriel and Curse, and created what I think is a chilling poster for a film yet to made.
Life with
kylecassidy is a series of sonnets and caramel-colored film stills.
Last night, we were domestic and cooked dinner for
petitbout. It turned out (mostly) well, really because of the company. I love dinners that meander leisurely from one lovely moment to another until, before you realize it, four hours have gone by and Roswell is demanding her diabetes time. I was happy with the Middle Eastern Spinach soup from the cookbook my grandmother gave me many years ago, "Still Life With Menu." I wish I could tell her about it.
Tonight, we are going to see
silveringridd in NY, where we will display our inner Dorothy Parkers and laugh, eat and drink into the wee hours. And I am hoping we coordinate it well enough to have brunch with Tink and her two Irish mermaid babies in the morning.
I hope life continues along this path of friendship. It's awfully nice.