Champagne Wednesdays

Love is not what I thought it would be. Less a certainty and more a strengthening. A muscle formed under skin. A firming up of the soul.
I love you husband.
Jen
Photo from LittleBrownPen’s travels in Paris.

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No, it’s not the remnants of our leftover Christmas Tree. It’s fresh dill. Found (in the off season) in those handy little plastic boxes near the bagged lettuces (which I never buy, except for the romaine hearts because romaine is a wild creature in its raw form and the crunchy hearts are the best part [...]

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And I can post a sickening number of headshots if I want to. And I do. We were looking through old photos last night (sipping on a tidy, piccolo of Henkell) and we found so many pictures of us that we haven’t seen in ages. Do other people like to sit at the kitchen table [...]

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Oh Paris, how I miss you. It helps to go to places like Jules. It also helps to listen to her. And it helps to linger too long and drink too many samples of Andre Vinet Muscadet (FRA, $23) here.
But nothing really helps that much. Except going.
Jen

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Poof! The weekend is gone.

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A slow, hazy start to Champagne Wednesday. A fridge in Paris. Probably in a convenience store. Nowhere in Paris is too lowly for a cooler full of champagne. No one would dare say you are being too extravagant.
Last night we went to Brock House for a site visit. If you, or some you know, [...]

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It’s weird to wait for someone you don’t know to come back from Paris and show you their photos. But I did, and they are here.

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Wednesday’s Champagne: Pink by Yellowglen (Australian, $13.99). The back of the bottle says it has a soft, delicate mouth feel, and I think that pretty much sums it up. We paired it with two grilled cheese sandwiches and about 20 pickles. Perfect for spending the night trying to trick Ash into telling me where we’re [...]

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What I wouldn’t give this morning for this big, comfy chair we saw in Paris. A field for mid-afternoon daydreaming. A perch from which to watch the world go by. A space uncensored by reality.
Our Ikea chairs, on the other hand, are about to break, despite the reinforcing screws that Ash put in. Didn’t we say we’d never [...]

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I must power down for Earth Day, so this will be my only post today.
 Ash and I are trying to go the extra mile. We’ve been sitting here all morning with the fireplace off and we’re freezing. Little white clouds of breath escape from Ashleah’s duvet cocoon. Coffees are getting cold too fast.
 I’m [...]

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