And so it’s the new year. We’re going on diets of gravel and kale, jogging until our sciatica erupts, scraping glitter off the piano and placing some neglected reads on the nightstand instead of watching “Pawn Stars.”
For a week.
As for me, well, I found my inspiration under a martini glass. Not my glass. Must have been someone else’s.
Now this really grabbed me (see photo at right). The napkin, not the drink. Because I found a good excuse to wear a cape and ...