On the downside, it might rain again this weekend. On the upside, my garden looks more like Hawaii than the desert it’s supposed to be, and it’s Oscar night on Sunday. That merits a cocktail, a quiche and a long stay on the sofa critiquing clothes. Numbers 1, 4 and 5 are compliments of sofagirl who might not be present on these pages anymore but is very much present in my inbox and, by extension, today, in yours.
One. Yoko Ono comes to the rescue. As bombarded as we are by stupid, cruel and meaningless tweets (I am looking at you, Commander in Chief), here is a lesson in self-care and positivity.
Two. Sometimes Hollywood has a way of making its tinsel world completely ridiculous. Not only are Oscar nominees receiving swag bags worth around $100,000 (yes, you read right) but this year one of the items is really cringe-worthy. What to give the woman who has everything? How about a Fitbit for Kegels (otherwise known as Evi)? If you want to know what else is in there, go ahead, read here. The thought of Meryl using Evi kept me entertained for hours.
Three. Driftwood sculptures by Debra Bernier. Just because they are beautiful (thank you Luciana).
Four. If you are familiar with the Danish concept of “hygge”, here is its Finnish rival, kalsarikannit. Again, something that kept me laughing for a while (and one I am not sure I could wholeheartedly embrace).
Five. Who says poetry is airy fairy and does not apply to everyday life? Walt Whitman meet some regular folks from Alabama. Stunning.