With marble underfoot

lace top by With Hearts in my Eyes, available at Bona Drag

Marie Claire Maison via The English Muse

My nearest, dearest, the painter-educator Elizabeth Deull, came to dine last night. I prepared goat cheese and strawberry with arugula on French sourdough, Amal's Lebanese white beans, and sugar snap peas and cherries in a soy chili dressing (inspired by a dish at the now defunct Queens Hideaway.) We drank pink wine, and hovered in the mid 90s with Portishead. This morning, Teepee is still sleeping off the effects of the past weekend (she is snoozing in the recesses of my closet, cat-like) and I am listening to Freddie Hubbard, and scheming about how I can approximate the imagined feeling of passing through this perfect foyer in this perfect lace top with a melange of a seashell necklace or 3, an old, threadbare blouse and some rose body oil purchased in Pennsylvania Station while waiting to board the Port Jefferson line.