Joe called me with the tiniest voice this morning to warn me that he may be dying. We think he has the flu, as his whole family had it last week. His dying wish was "orange gatorade." Poor babe. I'm taking off work early so I can bring him a Chocolate Almond Blackberry Currant Liqueur Torte I made last night and some Echinacea blend. Whew. There's probably something horribly wrong with me happily sipping away at my fresh coffee and planning my dream wedding (don't worry, all, just for play...as Elizabeth Taylor said "All girls do!") when his last text said there was a "50/50" chance of him holding on long enough for me to get my paycheck and blow this Popsicle stand. But in just an hour or two I'll go home and scratch his head while we watch Casablanca and eat torte. I've never heard of an illness that couldn't be cured with such remedies.
The flowers are from Saipua, a soap and flower shop in Brooklyn that I can't wait to visit. Dress is gorgey porgey from Vera Wang and it is on sale pretty reasonably (if you're thinking in bridal terms) at Gilt group right now. Lingerie is the SWEETEST in the whole world, in my favorite weird wispy foamy green, by Marni, of course. It's available at net-a-porter. Also, HOLY CINQUE TERRE. I really need to get there. Southern Coast of Italy, put on some clean undies, I'm coming to town.
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