Last night I arrived home, vases of peonies and lilies comprising a most gracious setting, and as I was falling asleep in my own bed, so unbelievably soft and cloud-like I couldn't believe I'd never thought of it in precisely that way, I actually thought, maybe I'm so content that I'll never want anything again... and then I woke up and saw the Petrossian catalogue and that one of the baskets is devoted to "elevenses." Given the day that I've had, intended to be a soft landing, and electric and opposite, a civilized little break for pleasure has never sounded nicer. Thank heavens for Fridays.
[Aprés-Midi basket, $170 at Petrossian; caviar, et al, additional]
Windowlicker is from the French for browsing: faire du lèche-vitrine.
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