As Girly As it Gets

This weekend my dear girlfriend Hannah came to stay with me in San Jose, a much needed ladies' weekend in her suitcase.

It was magical, blissful and all manner of lovely.

We went to a massive Flea Market that happens every weekend, come rain or come shine in San Jose: it was mostly produce and tschotskes and there was NO haggling, and for a girl who spent four years in NYC, that was a heartache.

I gave in.

I am not proud: I didn't even walk away for dramatic effect!!!

Philz.

Chai.

UH!!!!!

Don Juanski was not there today, unfortunately.

Jones was all charm, no filler

And we painted our toes, remarking on how good it felt to give oneself a proper pedicure on a stoop

instead of breathing the fumes at a nail shop.

We laughed,

we cried**,

we ate scones

Hannah tooled her first leather scrap

we watched Freaky Friday and cringed at Hollywood scripts

There was some cabbing

some lox on toast

and braised greens

and I became obsessed with Priday Plume Agates.

The End.

...

**it was better than Cats!!!!

(the musical, not the beloved fur children.)

Love,

Allison