And October It Is, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:58am
It was my favorite birthday ever, Including the one my mom made for me when I turned 7, with a spiderweb treasure hunt and a spiderweb cake. Which was pretty spectacular.
First, a day at the Rosewood Sand Hill pool, via ResortPass. The walk down from the lobby is already beautiful.
Olive trees, sigh.
A set up for someone’s wedding, I think. I am not prone to find things cute but that is cute.
And the pool itself. The California sky doing a lot of heavy lifting here.
I am a sucker for the fruit bowl and pool combo.
Am also a sucker for my daughter, my son and his boyfriend.
Later, cocktails, canapés, crudités and canapés on a private patio at the Rosewood’s restaurant, Madera. A view out over the hills.
Birthday girl,
with hair and dress courtesy of “guerrilla birthday” strategy, meaning we went straight from the pool to the outdoor shower, pulled on our clothes, and let the strands and folds fall as they would.
Followed by dinner in a private dining room.
With flowers,
my children,
and cake. That thing must have weighed six pounds.
What I do not show you is my niece and son vamping it up for selfies, my daughter lying with me on a lounge chair, my sister swimming laps, my brother-in-law joking, my son-in-law talking with a Brasilian staff member in Portuguese, my son, his boyfriend and my sister in deep conversation, my nephew chatting away at dinner as though it were no big thing, my brother and his girlfriend arriving with the beautiful flowers, my stepmother taking time with each grandchild, and my beloved husband, working in the shade of a cabaña, and then by my side at dinner.
Wildly extravagant. But to bring family together, remembering other afternoons at a pool and all the other dinners with laughter and candles, I couldn’t have asked for more. I did not need a new dress.
Have a good weekend all. How did October arrive so quickly?
(Images courtesy of my stepmother, my son-in-law and my niece who’s got quite the eye. You can find her on Instagram.)
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