Pasadena, crossed fingers, etc
Hi, my darling. Writing to you from Pasadena.
It’s looking like this is where we’ll live from September onwards. Today we put a bid in on a perfection house with a dreamboat kitchen.
Girl, I mean it when I say dreamboat.
Its oven has a proving drawer.
(I didn’t even know that was a thing!)
(I thought it was a fabrication / available only for Great British Bake Off level royalty!)
(Can you imagine?!)
I hopefully can. And if all of you pray for it with me I feel like the good juju might just tip the scales for us?
(So please pray with me that we get the house.)
We’re staying with our friends Daniel and Patrick. Daniel and Patrick have the single greatest dog in history. Her name is Rosie, and she will roll on her back and stay there in perfect stillness grinning up at you until you pet her.
You… will pet her. Because she is the greatest dog in history.
Speaking of greatest things in history - We also ate at Russell’s, an unbearably charming/cheerful diner that has been in town since the 1930s. There are so many things I could say about Russell’s, but the most important is that their breakfast is to die for. Good enough to move for, no lie.
Here I am experiencing absolute religious level bless over a Belgian Waffle.
Crossing fingers, eating waffles, hoping for the best, getting ready for a 7 am flight back to Brooklyn tomorrow.
(And sending you all of my little-old-lady-from-Pasadena-love.)
Wish us luck … more next week.