Having a friend over for dinner tonight myself. I always set the table and make my dessert first thing in the morning, or the night before. Those are my favorite parts so I like to take my time with them. My pretty new dishes are a birthday present from Andy's parents. I just love them. They're called "Pie Crust" from Anthropologie. I have to find a place where I can get these chair seats reupholstered. They're too squishy. I don't want to spend a lot of money on them because are in pretty rough shape, from an antique mall. But they are charming. I think they were recovered very quickly, just to sell. Upholstery is something I have absolutely no talent for or interest in. It's like doing alterations. (You know how whenever anyone finds out that you know how to sew, they start listing all of the pairs of pants they would like you to alter for them? Since you love to sew?) The thought makes me twitch.
Spring fever has hit me. Once January is over, I figure Mr. Snow has had his chance and I get pouty. I ain't got no more use for that guy. Spring comes early in the Northwest. Our plum trees will bloom in February. I've redone my mantle with a fern and weensy daffodils, bought some shamrock-looking things (sorrel?) for the dining room, sat at Powell's for several hours drinking chai and looking at pretty pictures in gardening books, started receiving my seed catalogs, and put a bunch of herbs on my windowsill. Weird how the fever hits. It's like you really just can't help it. It's still too early, but I can't help it.