I went to a famous person's house today.
I can't say who it is (work, blah, blah) but it was initially sort of thrilling. The apartment--as a space--was fabulous. It's one of those magical New York apartments that, when you see them in a movie, you assume some made up. This one was for real.
However, it was just a regular house--actually a home. Which was kind of nice. I was expecting an overdecorated monstrosity but it was clear that people actually lived their. It made me feel warm and fuzzy. I did, however, find it odd that they have a no-shoes-in-the-house rule. I'm always barefoot at home anyway and I don't really like to wear shoes (although I like to buy them) but I would not have expected these folks to have that rule.
The brightest part of the day was the bus/subway ride. It meant over an hour of uninterupted knitting. Except for the few minutes I spent chatting over my little glovelets with the conductor on the subway so that made it all worth while.
I have a big batch of meatballs in the oven for Boy right now and they are making the house smell fabulous!