Some Day

My $2 heels from Saturday's post have already came out to play. I'm still in disbelief that I get the privilege of calling these beauties mine. The weather has been magnificent and I keep insisting on showing a little leg and spending very possible moment outside. Matt and I attempted to set sail on another flea market voyage until we were derailed by a lying liar on Yelp who posted the wrong date. We were bummed for about 15 seconds, said a few how dare he’s and moved on to lunch in Old Town Pasadena. We secured a coveted window seat and were able to people watch between bites. We observed proud parent's pushing their children, elderly couples holding hands and groups of friends laughing. Watching these people steered up chatter about how all these people represent the present and future us. It’s bizarre and thrilling to think that one day we'll be responsible for a little life and will one day walk wrinkly hand in wrinkly hand while drinking senior coffees and waving our canes. Unlike most, I don't fear the grandfather clock and look forward to all "some days" we talk about.

A nice Sunday won't be complete without a treat!

The raspberry and pistatico macaroons I ate were killer.