Hello winter weather, and thar she blows! The wind was whipping up something fierce last night, and… hold up, why am I talking like someone on ‘Hee Haw’? It must be the onslaught of holiday insanity, arriving just in time. This is the week of Thanksgiving – there’s no pretending we’re not in the season anymore, so rather than fight it, I’m embracing it, as I always try to do (and often fail). It’s a different sort of year, given that our kitchen will be (literally) tore up from the floor up starting next week (that’s right – next week – and I’m just as interested in you as to how the kitchen will be emptied by that time). On with the recap!
Warning: Graphic images!
Some fierce fun with Kira, with whom I could let my hair down (no word on whether my pants followed suit).
Update: my pants came down.
Washington loved this coat.
Henry Cavill worked it all out. Shirtlessly, of course.
Steve Grand worked it shirtlessly too.
Give it up for a naked Liev Schreiber too.
There’s something about a red room.
For all those who have wanted to make me cry, here’s the no-longer-secret way.
But there’s always a thing or two of beauty to act as balm for the soul.
Finally, my favorite holiday tradition is intact, and Andy and I saw this on the big screen in Saratoga for the first time ever, followed by a frigid and wind-whipped stroll on Broadway after the show.Back to Blog