Tonight the mate and I had planned on driving downtown to visit my favorite restaurant, Quartino-- smoky mirrors, La Dolce Vita playing in the background, tiny little intimate tables, and fabulously non-fussy authentic Italian-- but, alas, we have been outwitted by the weather.
Nevertheless, I will certainly be enjoying my favorite non-Champagne (Gruet Blanc de Noirs: a New Mexico sparkling made so great by the struggle of the grapes to survive the climate [wine is a lovely metaphor for life, is it not, friends?]), and also adhering to one of my new favorite traditions: wearing red sous-vêtements on New Year's for good luck in the coming year.
This old tradition, reportedly embraced by Italians, Mexicans, Portuguese, Spanish, and other nationalities, is a fun yet mysterious tradition, both invisible and ubiquitous. You might just find yourself with that je ne sais quoi glow, and the French would certainly approve of a beautiful piece of romantic rouge lingerie.
So grab your scarlet underthings, have just a touch too much Champagne, and toast to the possibilities of the New Year!
Yours,
Kate

