Thank you so much for you all of your sweet birthday wishes! It makes me feel very special and loved to hear from you.
I met my mom for lunch at La Grenouille, a romantic, old school French restaurant in Manhattan known for its exquisite flowers. The owner's son goes to the Flower District early every Monday morning and arranges dozens of bouquets himself. They are all slightly different, but have the same painterly style. The bouquet at our table was so breathtaking that we contemplated grabbing it and making a beeline for the door (can't take me anywhere nice). Instead, I ate oysters and a Grand Marnier souffle the size of my head.
Somewhere in there, my mom presented me with this photograph. This is me at five years old at the height of my fairy princess phase and wearing a Halloween costume my mom made from old curtains. Only a few years later, I would enter my Saint Joan of Arc phase, which lasted about three years and lost its charm very, very quickly.
I wonder what my mom was feeding me. NICE GUT.
