June 05, 2009
Breakfast at the Pottery Barn
Let me preface this by admitting that I love Pottery Barn. I love everything about it, with the exception of the prices. I want to live in a Pottery Barn catalogue. Specifically, I want to live here,...
...eat here,...
...blog here,...
...and sleep here.
*sigh* I love the way they decorate. A twig bowl here, seashells under glass there, a chalk board on the wall with today's menu:
Melted cheese sandwichesTomato bisque
Pecan tartlettes
Dear God, who eats like that at home?! I WANT TO KNOW! So I can drop in on them. I am fascinated by the kind of food eaten by the people who live in the Pottery Barn. I am fascinated by the kind of leisurely, organized, simplified, casual-yet-elegant lifestyle they lead.
Recently, this photo from their summer catalogue caught my eye:
I don't particularly care for the table -- I'll bet that mosaic top is a bitch to clean. But rather, I am intrigued by what the Pottery Barnites are having for breakfast.
Grapefruit halvesButtery croissants
Bloody Marys
Heavens! Really? A light breaking of the fast with half a fruit, a small roll, and a GREAT BIG TUMBLER OF VODKA? This is me giving you a half smile and knowing glance. Those Pottery Barnians are lushes!
Now, Lord knows I'm not adverse to alcohol in the morning. I've been known, when on vacation, to add a drop of some sweet liquer to my coffee. I had a mimosa at Egrau's graduation brunch.
But I associate crack-of-dawn imbibing with huge, sprawling, all-you-can-eat brunch buffets. You know, so there's plenty of waffles and bacon and biscuits and gravy to soak up the booze. Lest one still be stumbling around in one's pajamas come lunchtime, blearily staring into the fridge, looking for a yogurt and a martini.
Then again, a martini would have a olive or two in it, so the yogurt really isn't necessary. In which case, a Bloody Mary is practically a salad, what with the stalk of celery!
No wonder everything is so casual and leisurely in the Pottery Barn. They'll trip over the glass coffee table if they try to move any faster.
Comments
I heart Potter Barn too. But who the hell sets up three mini beds on their deck for fucks sake?
Mimosas are nearly a weekly occurrence at my place. I do not have a drinking problem...hiccup.
Posted by: Hope at June 5, 2009 09:14 AM