Over the years, my husband and I have developed a Sunday morning routine that I wouldn’t trade for the world. As busy as we might be with social functions on Saturday night, there’s always a sense of comfort and assurance knowing that Sunday will be lazy and laid-back. I like to start things off early by getting up and collecting the New York Times from my doorstep. The arts section and the crossword puzzle are my favorites.
From there I’ll turn on some light jazz music while my husband fumbles around with the coffee pot. Then one of us will begin cooking a breakfast with all the weekend essentials – eggs, bacon, toast and maybe even a pancake or two. Of course it goes without saying that I never change out of my organic sweats throughout this entire process. I’ll start worrying about fashion again when Monday morning comes around.