Dec 16 2010
Finally
Before
After
It took me over a year, but I finally have country-appropriate footwear. At least for winter.
In the second image, you can see my hard-won sneakers which cost as much as my beautiful Manolo Blahniks (in the first image) did in a consignment shop about 10 years ago. I just bought some pull-on rain boots, also in the second picture, which are just the thing to slip into to run over to Megan’s or check on the bees. Notice how I was able to find cute rain shoes.
I think we can all agree that the shoes from my city life are really not appropriate for my country life.
So, wearing my appropriate sneakers and my one fleece, Paul and I are heading to town today to get the materials for a splendid Thursday night dinner, which has the outstanding characteristic of Not Being Cooked by Me. It’s great when your visiting friend just happens to be a professional cook who caters to the stars in the Hamptons in the summer.
Last night, I was trying to get some dish from him on his celebrity clientele. Here’s what I got. He catered a fashion shoot for one of the Olsen twins, but couldn’t remember which one it was. He also did an event for Jerry Seinfeld.
Me: Did you meet him?
Paul: Yeah.
Me: What was he like? Was he nice?
Paul: Sure. He seemed pretty nice.
Me: (still trying) Was he funny?
Paul: Well, he didn’t give me his opinions on world events or confide in me or anything.
At this point, I realized I wasn’t going to get anything good, though you’ll be pleased to hear that Jerry is a good tipper. I promise you will, however, hear all about tonight’s dinner in all its glorious detail. Maybe even tomorrow.