(I call her Melindear as she is so very dear to me so you should call her that too.)
I can't tell you how long it's been since I was treated to a sit down lunch at someone's home.
How incredibly civilized!
Back when I lived in Los Angeles, we used to play grown-ups all the time and had dinners and lunches in each others' homes.
But since I've actually become a grown-up, the lunches have been nonexistent and the dinners, to be honest, are usually centered around corralling children and speaking in 15 second intervals.
My boys were out of town and I was free to "do lunch," and so I did.
Melindear is a fabulous cook. ( Just one of the reasons I was so keen to go. We mama's loooove someone cooking for us every now and then, you know.)
More importantly is the fact that Melindear is the most delightful conversationalist.
I really mean that. She's a very curious girl and that makes her so, so, so interesting.
She very well-read, knows about the most delicious restaurants, has met the most unusual people, goes to the coolest events, has the best stories.
A delightful woman in every way.
Yea, she's also gorgeous, well-dressed, well-groomed and talented.
Love her/ Hate her.
Her perfect mid-century table and chairs with her perfect frittata with her perfect salad and her perfect plates.
Chaps, the cat.
They were gifts, she says.
Probably from some other perfect person.
Did I mention that she played records while I was there?
I went home and immediately stole Finn's player out of his room and moved it into the study.
Mine, dammit, all mine.
I almost stole those little wooden bowls.
I was afraid she'd notice.
Now I'm obsessively trying to find squirrel paper to make a utensil holder for my own kitchen.
If my mother were not reading this blog, here's where I would write, f**k me.
That's all there is to say about a chair of this caliber.
Her key bowl by the door.
Her house - so clean and clean and clean.
We talked and talked, laughed and laughed, reminisced and planned.
I can't remember a more delightful day.
I was completely inspired in so many ways.
I stopped at the music store on the way home and vowed to start practicing again in earnest.
Here's why ...
This is how we spent dessert:
Don't you wish you had a friend like Melindear?
Maybe we should try to be more like her!
Perhaps you have a friend that you could invite over for lunch one day?
Home-made food, music, flowers, the best silverware ... oh let's do it!
I'm going to make frittata too and play Miss Otis Regrets on the record player.
What day is good for you?