Self-Portrait Sunday
Weekend update

Last weekend was chock full of exceptionally unpleasant things, including my period and the flu. My parents were in town, which was originally cause for joyous celebration. However, their visit unfortunately turned into them nursing me back to health with soup, juice, Tylenol, and a variety of herbal remedies while I moaned from my bed. Bella, bless her heart, wound up sleeping at the foot of my bed, waking up every so often to whine at me. Although I am feeling much better now, as the fever has subsided and I am able to go about my day, the cough lingers and will not quit. I sound like an extremely weathered Dorothy Parker.

Chesterfield’s rattle or not, this weekend has turned out to be surprisingly better than last, even though I had to miss the lovely Sylvie’s birthday celebration in Boston. It seems as though everyone is celebrating birthdays in February and March, which leads me to believe that April and May are much more romantic than we give them credit for, although I suppose that is what spring is all about. Sylvie turns a luscious thirty today, and looks as fabulous as ever.


As you can see, our weekly nail ritual was not held back by the ever-spreading plague. I wound up feeling a little musical.