dream lover

i dreamt the other night that ruggy was my first boyfriend, and after years apart, we were working together. because he was my first love, it seemed perfectly kosher to sit too close and hold hands and touch his hair, even though i was married to someone else.  dream oona realized this logic was flawed but let it slide.  i woke up nervous, paused, remembered that ruggy is my husband, and was instantly, incredibly happy.

i tell you this because my first ever colette patterns purchase arrived last week.  it includes an oolong for me, and a negroni for ruggy.

yes, i am about to embark on Sewing For Others once again.  but, as illustrated above, i am insanely in love with this certain Other.  in my dreams, i cheat on him... WITH HIM.  for this man of men, i am bending the golden rule.  plus he really rocked the whole birthday week extravaganza.  in the concrete jungle shot of us, we're pre-boarding a sunset cruise, on a yacht, around manhattan, with a cooler full of alcohol and charcuterie that ruggy had prepared himself.

i think that warrants a shirt.

(oh.  and i pre-ordered sarai's new book to ease any residual pain.)