This was an amazing weekend. As in, these are the kinds of weekends I put up with winter for.
There were some firsts. My mister and I went horseback riding on some back trails on a farm near the lake district. Excellent views of the mountains. It's alright to be surprised by these turn of events. Never underestimate the power of a fun sounding groupon.
There are no photos of the experience I am willing to post. I am not at my most graceful looking when perched on top of a horse.
Then there was the thrifting, the flea markets, the yard sales, and the all around good nature of people trying to find bargains on a beautiful day.
For example: I found this cookbook published in 1933. It looks, feels, and smells like it had spent part of its life trapped in a box under a leaky roof in an attic or basement. I think the woman was pretty surprised that anybody was even vaguely willing to take it off her hands.
They just don't make cookbooks like these anymore. Or maybe they would if cookbooks relayed less on pictures to convey the sense of style and atmosphere. I feel like the author and I would have gotten along had we known each other in real life. Written by a woman named Mabel Claire I couldn't find a whole lot of information about her but her personality shines thorough in the way she writes.
This is a book where you, the reader, are informed that a canape' should be smart, like your dinner gown. It has a a discussion of one of humanity's most pleasing and useful foods. Cheese plates. It also asks the all consuming question "are you making use of the newer vegetable novelties the market offers?"
I've come away from this feeling like I need to throw more parties. Maybe wearing an evening gown. I'll get back to you on it.
1 week ago