. . . whether Paris or New York, or a perfectly leisurely morning at home, one of the best things about weekends is late morning brunches -- strawberries and scones, chandeliers and Carrera, mimosas and pretty gold-rimmed tea cups, and most of all, freshly baked and buttery croissants . . .
. . . last day of the year and a wild and wonderful whirlwind it's been -- thank you for coming along on this beautiful adventure -- there's so much to look forward to, but best of all, a brand new year filled with the promise of new beginnings . . .
. . . while evenings in the city may be spent in heels and cocktail dresses, weekends away in the country are laid-back in a quilted Barbour and a pair of wellies, and after the apple orchards and pumpkin patches, the golden fields of wheat and rustling yellow leaves, a perfect afternoon for an autumn picnic for two . . .
Birthday celebrations ran into the weekend, and with salon appointments and dinner engagements, am running a little behind this morning...