Christmas morning the smell of coffee crept upstairs and tapped me on the shoulder. The baby smiled, so I kissed her.
The day after Christmas was quiet and lazy, the comfortable hollow sound of roller blinds knocking against the windowframe in the breeze. Three naps later, I woke for snacks of buttery panettone and a pot of Stockholm Blend.
Later, Christmas leftovers at Matthew’s parents meant a happy reunion with everything tasty from the day before, plus a bonus pavlova—three tiers of meringue, thick, freshly whipped cream, and raspberries, and the whole sloppy regal gorgeous thing dripping top to bottom red and pink with rose syrup.
The day after Christmas was quiet and lazy, the comfortable hollow sound of roller blinds knocking against the windowframe in the breeze. Three naps later, I woke for snacks of buttery panettone and a pot of Stockholm Blend.
Later, Christmas leftovers at Matthew’s parents meant a happy reunion with everything tasty from the day before, plus a bonus pavlova—three tiers of meringue, thick, freshly whipped cream, and raspberries, and the whole sloppy regal gorgeous thing dripping top to bottom red and pink with rose syrup.
Labels: Travel: Sydney
posted by stellou at 3:03 PM
3 Comments:
you are urgently missed in brooklyn.
i'm just saying.
xoxo,
j
hallo, darlin ~ brooklyn, oh, brooklyn. we like brooklyn, but we likes it here, too. maybe *you* could come out *here*? mostly it is sunny and nice, even though apparently we are in for a cold snap these days. still, the cold snap can't be of brooklyn winter proportions.... so it's settled then. let me know when your flight gets in. :-)
that sounds like a great idea. i'll get the ticket; you just set up a fabulous playboy vagabond lifestyle for me which pays very well with very little effort and i can just lunch every day and look fabulous. with you, of course.
xoxo,
j
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