Yesterday I took Luca to an Easter egg hunt. We arrived a couple of minutes early...and one day late. (I should have looked more closely at the Evite. Bad, bad mommy.)
Then Piero arranged for us to meet some friends in Griffith Park in the afternoon. But everyone in California must have had the same idea because Hollywood traffic was at a virtual standstill, and that plan was cancelled too.
We returned home to ponder our next move. The Divine Italian suggested that he and Luca watch a movie together, which was his way of saying, "I shall be taking a nap on the couch."
I felt a need to be productive. Ever since reading TartanScot's glorious post last Friday on the joys of silver, I've been jonesing to get a little tarnish on my hands. And so yesterday afternoon I booked some pieces into the The Kenmore Arms Spa for a little exfoliating scrub and body polish. (By appointment only.)
The healing benefits were unmistakable.
Seriously, isn't my sugar and creamer set exuding total body confidence?
The pitcher gave off such a boastful shine that the monkey fell prey to a bout of insecurity.
And you have to admit that my tea set is working it. Watch your back, Derek Zoolander.
Did you all have a shiny Sunday?