DREAMING AND WAKING MY WAY TO A DAY WHEN I MIGHT HAVE COPIOUS AMOUNTS OF SLEEP

Yesterday morning was one of those mornings that I woke up feeling like I might still be asleep and I couldn't quite tell.

If I was dreaming, the dream went something like: Sloane was in a good mood. Ken was reluctant to get out of bed so early. I was surprised to discover it was light out at 6:15AM, I ate bagels. Eden wrapped her fingers through my hair. We prayed. I got to work and drank three cups or coffee. My necklace felt heavy and gave me a headache.

There are things like this, when you wrap your hands around a warm coffee mug and a baby wraps their hands around you, and you wrap yourself around friends and open up to listen, and you slowly start to wake up in your mind. It feels most like being released from a Charlie horse. But in your mind!

That first picture up there is from a soup party we had this past weekend. For want of a quick centerpiece I ran outside and snipped some leaves off the trees and tossed them into mini wooden crates.

That same weekend, the weather was glorious and we were moved to give the house a good clean. I can really understand how that warm spring breeze makes you want to make your space nicer and cleaner. Come in, warm breeze! Make yourself at home. 

Unfortunately, I woke up again this morning feeling the puny-ness of the 3.5 hours of sleep I got last night. Fortunately, today is Friday and I am resolved to make the best of a still-winter weekend!  

A few stories and words to help you get through this Friday:

This week's Radiolab, which woke up my brain yesterday. 

My sister did a great job blogging some of NYFW at La garconne

This interesting New Yorker article and this delightful article from McSweeny's.

...Speaking of, where ARE my furs?