Baby, it's cold outside. 28 degrees as I type this, colder in the wind, and yes, I know that's not really cold. I grew up in Chicago, after all. The H has requested flannel sheets, which is saying something, considering that he's the king of thread count. Meanwhile, a few brief notes, which I'll try to expound upon tomorrow:
1) WWYD is my new motto; Y is short for the name of my dear friend Yael, with whom I stayed in Vermont; she and her husband are truly the two neatest (as in tidy, not as in cool, though they are that, too) people either the H or I have ever encountered, and I have been inspired by her example (maybe following so closely on the heels of the Swiss experience?) Anyway, I am trying to turn over a neat and organized new leaf. (I know, I know; I'm always trying to turn over that leaf. I can dream.)
2) Heritage small farm turkeys really do taste better. A lot better. More on the turkey(s) of this holiday weekend, their modes of preparation and ensuing deliciosity later.
3) I go to back to LA for a quick visit in three days. I'm a little freaked out about it.
Off to sleep, if a screaming small child will allow it.
xx
P
11.25.2007
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Flannel sheets are best acquired from The Company Store catalogue. Theirs are thick and toasty and usually reasonably priced. We still have some here in The Zone.
I like the heaviest weight flannel possible (it is the softest) -- lands' end has 6 and 6.7 ounce weights. Mind you, Garnet Hill has prettier colours, but their weights are lighter...
I am pretty finicky about sheets -- I grew up with damask duvet covers and linen; it is one of my quirks. Totally relate to the H's thread count obsession. (I spent considerable energy this fall trying to track down satin damask ticking for a custom made duvet, because I love the "swish" sound and slipperiness of it. Nuts, I know. They even thought I was nuts in Prague, as they kept telling me no one gets it anymore; too old-fashioned.)
More about the neatness. I totally get it (uh, don't get me going about clever non-toxic cleaning methods). I just wish I could afford a cleaning person here, like at home.
And please talk turkey.
I am trying to figure out how to do a holiday dinner here. Guess I have to figure out what the locals eat, because I suspect that there are no cranberries and other staples I am used to at Christmas... (apparently, at Christmas, the French are heavily into foie gras, but they buy them at special foie gras markets, but I haven't noticed any here).
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