My friends Kathy and Amber recently returned from a trip to London and Paris (I offered to dust off my high school French and come along as a moderately useful translator- they didn't bite) and bought a mug for me while visiting the Eiffel Tower. Not only is it beautiful, but it holds four cups of brew- when it's full I have to hold it with both hands. I love it.
Last week my friend Marin invited me to see the Aspen to Santa Fe Ballet Company down in the desert. It was a collection of four "experimental" pieces, which basically means that no one wore a tutu and Vivaldi played a much smaller role. I'm a sucker for the staples of traditional ballet- huge jumps and seemingly endless fouettés- but this performance was quite beautiful.
Even the intermissions were entertaining, as I imagined what quips these two ladies in the balcony might cook up were they Waldorf and Statler, the cranky, old Muppet hecklers.