Last night I was planning on taking it easy and being a competent adult
I went to work in the am and had a relatively spectacular Monday. It all started with my marvelous decision to wear my new Red SFW (that’s not a brand just the abbrev for ‘suitable for work’) wrap dress with my Camille Skovgaard pointed toe pumps. That sauteed with the best batch of the month’s pheromones is what led to an unusually mature and pleasant demeanor to start the week off with.
Two other sprinkles of sugar which sweetened up the characteristically drab and stormy morning? A respectful compliment from a streetsweeper and then a very very very much anticipated delivery to my desk:
I had admittedly been very concerned about whether this investment piece would fit correctly. During my break I tried it on, and while it’s a bit on the loose side, it still fits and looks tres Jackie Onassis…plus these types of skirts are not meant to be glued to your derriere.
Apres le travail, I very responsibly forewent happy hour requests in lieu of the gym followed by what I had assumed would be some solo cooking at home. As soon as I got home and washed up and started dicing some onions, I heard an incoming BBM and sure enough it was Naz informing me that her class had been cancelled and she was looking or some sugar…
…so naturally, I put on a pair of flattering jeans and went to her house.
We shopped on Gilt for an hour or two to ensure some sparkle in my workdays over the next couple of weeks by way of more packages arrivals.
Then I remembered I was hungry so we went to pick up Merica (Yurop’s sister) and headed to Papa Haydn for some indulgence
The steak was delightful- I just really needed some meat and greens since I got lazy with lunch and did the whole yoghurt/chocolate-covered pretzels and nuts thing again
Then it was time for the sugar, and we needed some real sugar of course after witnessing a couple who was oh-so-publicly foregoing dessert as their sucre fix in lieu of each other:
What’s funny about this picture is I just wanted to capture how sceptical Yurop was towards his fungi supper and instead I got a golden background snog. It was especially awkward when the lady left for the powder room; I was quite certain that her companion was going to reprimand me.
This by the way is the dessert menu at Papa Haydn’s…
Merica’s choice for the table was this ridiculously rich and pleasure-inducing slab of cheesecake…she was debating between this and the lemon chiffon cake, but I heavily influenced the final decision
We initially just got one of this, but Yurop upon tasting it insisted we order another. Too incredible to even describe so I won’t bother. We also ordered four scoops of salted caramel gelato and it’s actually alarming how much of the desserts we all ended up finishing…I guess it’s safe to assume that if I tried on that Chanel skirt today it may fit just right.
And now I have a sugar hangover. Everything in moderation, right? Which you have to admit is difficult when it’s all laid out in front of you.
How frequently do you go out for dessert?
What’s your preferred form of sucre?
What is one of your most treasured accessories/garments?