I had an extraordinarily good day today. The kind that makes you stop and count your blessings.
It was a series of fortunate events that ended with me coming home late and finding the outdoor lights on, the fireplace ablaze and dinner made with a bottle of red wine sitting in the carafe, aerated.
First time for V. who has been retired since end June this year.
At my lovely hairdresser's when I came to pay for my cut and color, she said no, not this time. Why? Because I did some translating of the descriptions of her 20 odd paintings for her opening this coming November 3rd. I also got a new nail polish on the house in the new fall color: Bordeaux which pleases me to no end because dark red is a favorite color that I have not worn in a long time.
Claret, Bordeaux, Oxblood, all versions of deep dark red seen in everything from sweaters to boots.