Today I accomplished nothing. My flight arrived rather late last night and we got home after midnight - naturally I had a brutal headache (part of the reason I hate flying). To mark the end of my idyllic vacation, I was very migrainey today and spent much of the day in bed. Luckily, I had some company:
Biscuit keeping guard over sick Mummy.
After a lot of sleep, I visited with David and then read the new "House Beautiful", which was waiting for me at home. I also picked up an interesting book at the airport called "Nurture Shock" by Po Bronson (more new philosophies of child-rearing) which is very interesting.
My trip home was excellent. Basically we did lots of visiting, talking, and eating. Some exercise was done, I finished the first Edith Wharton novel, and got to watch the final episodes of Oprah and American Idol with my Mom (she's a fan and I called it that Scotty would win months ago when I saw his audition!). We visited my Grandma lots at the nursing home. A perfect family holiday...
Here is a close-up of the bedroom shelves I stared at all day from my post in bed:
The little swan came from Vancouver (it's antique Goebel). The horse is from a Paris flea market. The paper-covered books and box were made by my friend Noel. The tiny picture frame is from Holland. "The Remains of the Day" is a favorite book, as is "Dwellings" by Sills and Huniford.
The walls in this room are painted a dreamy Skylight by Farrow & Ball, made up by BM.
Hope your day was as relaxing as mine, minus the headache...! I've missed you all.