Decision One: When I was five my grandparents presented me with a very grave dilemma. Did I want to keep the swing set in the backyard or did I want them to get a pool? The choice was clear. Out went the swings, in went the pool, and with it came endless summers of just-add-water fun. My failure to become a star synchronized swimmer was not for lack of practice.
Decision Two: Saturday morning, in spite of a wicked cruel head cold that I'm currently battling, the Huz and I dragged our bathing suits out of moth balls and drove the four hours to see my grandparents. In spite of some icky altitude changes in the mountains (my poor stuffed ears just would not pop!) the time spent by the pool and visiting family was seriously rejuvenating.
Decision Three: I've finally embraced the fact that as a blogger and online magazine editor, 99% of my waking hours are spent wearing sweatpants. So why not rock 'em? These ones have pleats (yes, pleats) and are made of a silk cashmere blend. I've barely taken them off since I got them. Their comfy soft touch, combined with the gentle lap of the pool, sent all my cares drifting away!
P.S. Alon and Betsy of a + b kasha are living the dream, restoring Parisian pied a terres to their former glory. The before and afters of this stunning rue de Lille apartment gives me heart palpitations, and their blog Rive Gauche Rehab is decor porn of the highest order!