My sister is mystified by my (very American) embrace of Valentine’s Day, a holiday nobody pays attention to in Italy. In truth, my version mostly entails an exchange of cards and a collaborative meal, but this year, because she is here with her boyfriend, I thought we would use the occasion for a bit of fun.
I was a bit all over the map this week, mentally and work wise, and my weekend won’t start until Monday. June is ripe with graduations and weddings and this weekend I will be busy catering, with a lot of strawberry shortcakes on the to do list. Come Monday, I will be mostly horizantal, reading or otherwise idly occupied.
The recurring theme that kept on popping up this week is women: the women in my life, friendships restored, the women who read this blog and the ones I am yet to meet. To honor them all, I have a bit of a feminist thread going on.
Enjoy your weekend: mine has a door that needs to be sanded and restored and a botanical garden in its sights.
I have never understood the venom hurled at Gwyneth Paltrow, by the press and bloggers alike. Since she started her lifestyle site, Goop, not a month has gone by without some critic feeling compelled to ridicule her or just be plain mean. Gwyneth happens to be beautiful, talented ad comes across as a decent human being. And no, she doesn’t quite live the life the rest of us do, but so what if most of the vacation suggestions to be found on Goop require a platinum card and most of the fashion on sale is beyond my reach? The woman has style and I sometimes draw some inspiration the same way I do from Vogue – I won’t buy St. Laurent but it can give me ideas. And, this week, I found a couple of interesting things on Goop I felt worthy of a share.