Liming with my girls

On Tuesday, I went with my daughter to the personal shopping session I gifted her with for Christmas, with the same lovely personal shopper that I won a session with last fall. We had a great time, bought a couple of on trend tops, and then went out to dinner after. Then, on Wednesday the new season of Survivor started, and my girl and her guy came over so we could watch together. My daughter and I have been watching this show since she was seven years old, the only season we missed was the first, and when she was in college, I'd save up all the episodes for us to binge watch together when she came home. It's our thing. We have a great time discussing human nature, social arrangements, character and personality as they are revealed through the voluntary deprivation and set challenges of that show. I think our long engagement with Survivor is one reason my girl is so emotionally intelligent today. Or maybe she just came here that way. Could be.

Continuing the lovely lime (which means "hanging out with no fixed intention other than fun" in West Indian parlance), yesterday my niece joined my daughter and me for brunch in the city, a Saturday morning girls lime complete with mango bellinis and a lot of laughs. We took pictures. I notice my daughter and niece have the exact same scarf, and that lipstick would greatly enhance (or be a welcome distraction from) the monochrome of my face.