we’re a Tiny Bit Late!
we wrote another 1000 words into the Novel
dealt with Tasks.
sighed over rescheduling.
admired the sunlight through the enfilade
looked over to count the books-by-the-bed as per Heather‘s note.
ignored the landline because we seem to have been caught on some Hideous Telemarketing List and so it rings but no one is there and suddenly a voice asks:
are you unhappy with your carpet cleaner?
(but the answer is no, not that we tell Them that, as we hang up like a cross movie star in her satin robe).
talking of satin robes.
we have a gorgeous one.
here’s a close-up.
it has the translucent shimmer of a night on-board a crossing of the Queen Mary (especially when nestled up against the DKNY leather jacket).
this particular passenger list is one shivering-ly-annotated by one of the other 1st class passengers upon seeing silent movie star Ramon Novarro having his stack of original Louis Vuitton Trunks wheeled up the gang-plank (we imagine, with some mistily-eyed-expression)
of course we rarely Wear It.
it’s a prop, darlings.
welcome to Hollywood.