Friday night was low-key, to say the least. My hairy-legged husband and I ate linguine carbonara, balsamic tomatoes, and Duncan Hines brownies straight from the pan, caught up on Grey’s Anatomy and Bored to Death, and relaxed like professionals. Good times.

That rocking chair in the background is a hand-me-down from my grandma Bea, and, like my grandma’s piano, has traveled around the world, taking up residence in New Jersey, California, Costa Rica, and now New York. It’s one of my most prized possessions. 

Check out a cool video about how to pick an antique rocking chair here. 

On his way home, Kendrick stopped into Willy Wonka’s factory and bought me some flowers.

Anyone have any idea what these things are called? They were a little awkward to arrange because they’re so sparse, but once we located a narrow-necked vessel (a Dom Perignon bottle that Bevan - an incredible photographer and a lovely woman - brought to a dinner party I hosted over the summer) they transformed the table. So unusual, and so beautiful.

I think they’d be gorgeous tucked into a fall wedding bouquet to add an exotic pop of color. Just an idea.