day with a friend

We used to feign interest in going to a museum. But it's Monday, and most museums are closed. And besides, this time M is forthcoming, "I don't want to go to a museum."

M is only here until tomorrow morning, and just arrived last night from Boston. Still, she comes with a large rolling suitcase (in case it rains, it's cold, it's hot, it's sleeting, or she unexpectedly needs to stay for a week) and two rolls of toilet paper (that I can't explain).  So today is the only day we'll have. What's great about having a close friend visit is that no plans are needed to have fun.

M has a meeting in the morning, and I ask her to look at some dining chairs I desperately need. She calls me around 11:30 from Home Nature, an amazing store in Chelsea. "Paul's helping me; he's great; get in a Via and come down."

I do and she's right. 

Paul. with his seductive Australian accent and great sense of style, is fantastic.








And so are the affordable and comfortable chairs M finds, after I've been looking for months. We select a grey wood base in a durable faux leather in a sand color  (not shown in picture of chair below).

I  recently heard a real estate agent on the show Open House actually pronounce faux as fox. 

I wish I could redo my whole apartment with the furniture from this store.

We come back to my apartment where M helps me make decisions regarding where to hang what; along with what should go and what should stay.  A friend's objective eye is always helpful when it comes to purging.

Dinner is at Ethos, one of our favorite Greek restaurants in midtown East. We both get the langoustines.  I've had them before at this restaurant and I would have them again. Succulent, easy to eat, and relatively healthy,

I love when M visits. We always squeeze so much in it feels longer than a day or two. I so wish it were.