My Principality

A girlfriend gave me this lovely vase from Anthropologie. It makes me so happy. My great-grandmother was from Budapest so I suppose this style is in my blood.

A sitcom bit from the Old Country:
My Hungarian great-grandmother would push her husband’s buttons. He was from a poor family in Yugoslavia and she’d never let him forget it. She’d say to him, “When I was growing up, we’d eat meat once a week. When you grow up, your family eat meat once a year.” Oh snap.