love.: Believe me when I say that all credit cards are on lockdown for I’m officially on a buy-iatus. However, that won’t stop me from swooning over the affordable refined cashmere knits, sumptuous scarves and second-skin tees from Everlane. Last year I purchased one of Melissa’s delovely knit cowls, and it’s currently a mainstay in my winter repertoire. So while I’m baking up a storm, I’m keeping warm.
life.: Imagine if you can see the consequences of your decision played out in front of your eyes? A moment’s impulse spiraling events that’s at turns devastating and irrevocable? What if your choice opened doors that were never meant to be open? Such are the questions put to the fore in The Hidden Face, a provocative Spanish thriller that tests the limits of love. Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the notion of perspective or point-of-view, how one story has an infinite number of meanings based on the person who’s telling it. Our perception of events, our memory, is at best fractured, because all the players involved piece back the events in random order. And this urge to detangle perspective has me back to my bookshelf (the place to which I return to seek answers) and I’ve been thumbing through Updike, Marquez, A.M. Homes, Nabokov and Alice Munro to explore the depths of multivariant storytelling.
eat.: It’s cold, which means I want to devour everything. This week I’ve fawning over John & Kira’s homemade pistachio and toffee bark and assorted confections, coveting the Sussman Brother’s This is a Cookbook, wanting to devour Homemade Milk Chocolate Cashew Butter, Butternut Squash and Kale Quinoa Stuffing, Pumpkin Spice German Pancakes, Oatmeal Raisin Rolls, Fleur de Sel Caramels, Pear & Almond Chocolate Cake, and the list can GO ON. Also, I feasted on this lovely Coconut Quinoa and Spinach Salad and swooned.