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The corner pub has added a fire pit to their outdoor patio. Which I love, because if the windows to my flat are open, I can smell it from home. And it smells so delicious. Like fall and approaching holidays and everything good.
And on a Friday night, after a long week of work, sitting right near it with a small glass of whiskey in hand, chatting with my dearest friend about the good and bad and ugly, all is well.
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Thanksgiving is my very favorite holiday.
And Colorado, well goodness I love this place.
And so much time with so very many family members…the best.
So much to say about it all, but that’s for another day, as bed is calling.
Returning to New York tomorrow morning is not something I’m terribly keen on, but it’ll be a busy week and I suppose there’s a blessing in that. However, these last few days, I barely even looked at my phone and I have to figure out how to make that happen more often.
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Last night was one of those perfect, perfect nights. I got to spend it with my friend Alisha, who may very well be the smartest person I know, as well as the funniest. We went to a really lovely party and had just enough booze that we decided it necessary to head crosstown for a baked potato and spinach dip. And because I am a person who almost always has a massive camera in her purse (and who almost always never takes it out), we thought it really important to pose along the way–just as ridiculously “model-esque” as we could.
The results were, inevitably, spot-on.
We’re thinking about sounding these out as Christmas cards…obviously.
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Everyone always talks about–romanticizes–Christmas in New York City and I get it. Really, I do. But after living in Manhattan for so very many years, I gotta tell you, for me there is a magic in going elsewhere. In stealing away to small towns as only the Northeast can produce. There is a magic in a fully decorated house, magic in really big Christmas trees–the sort that would never fit into my small studio. Magic in lots of people being able to gather in one place. Magic in backyards with fire-pits and living rooms with fireplaces and dining room tables with stacks of Christmas tree Spode. Magic in wreaths on doors and lights on roofs and the warm glow of Christmas in the suburbs.
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