Maybe it’s year-end reports, or incoming relatives, or constantly out-going offspring, but this time of year seems to require a lot of energy. It’s fun, of course, but in its own way disruptive. I do hate to complain—and I do love a party—but let’s face it, part of the reason we look forward to this time of year is for the opportunity to hibernate a bit.
I’m making a case for making a date to stay home. There’s a difference between being home for the evening and having a date at home. No need for silk and pearls—unless you’d rather, but let’s avoid sweatpants and slippers—unless you must. Also, no television unless there’s a team playing that you both adore, or anything starring Cary Grant is available.
Treat yourselves like guests. Fix a new cocktail from a vintage cocktail book. Serve on beautiful tableware. Use linen napkins. For the love of Pete, light some candles. Be thankful.
