we returned on the i-210 freeway (remarkably not much traffic at all) and used the key (the smallest one) to open the mailbox in the lobby chez teamgloria towers and……
a Parcel from France!!
when we saw the postmark of ARLES we gasped and said “thank you Heather!”
carefully unwrapping the blue (we adore blue) blue tissue paper we saw many gifts.
a sea-shell, a rose-scented soap and a lustre (from a CHANDELIER!)
instantly (well, after photographing of course) we Thought Carefully about Where to Put Everything.
the shell joined the shell collection (can one say collection if it’s two? we think one can).
and the soap went into the bathroom (alas, not a very photogenic area of the apartment so you’ll have to imagine that)and the lustre?
we found some blue-blue ribbon and made a few stitches and clasped a tiny gold safety pin around the hook where the glass would have been attached to a chandelier (we adore a chandelier) and made The Divers (Paris 1930) print suitably adorned in a somewhat République française manner.
n’est ce pas?
it is possible to get a Tiny bit down when one has returned from a Trip.
but not when one has a parcel from france containing gifts.
Petites douceurs à offrir en cadeau
as one might say if one was in the mid-to-late-eighteenth-century and wearing a very full gown of satin with many layers of tulle and suitably restrictive corsetry and sheltering behind a large fan (from Venice – the souvenir of yesteryear type travel) with a buckle-on-the-satin-shoe peeping out from beneath the full skirts and – oh – one can dream…….
although it is equally delicious to have a light tan and a long black t-shirt cotton soft dress and flip flops and hair-tied-back-in-a-messy-bun after a lovely weekend in Palm Springs.
thank you Heather.
We adore and abhor it at the same time.
We have to pack up the Day Job office (moving to a new floor, not as dramatic as it sounds/feels ;)
Thank goodness for a new (book) love.
Books make everything better.
Even synthroid effects, disappointing shopping experiences (or perhaps reality itself in that regard) and moving and packing and difficult personalities (Ed: careful) and Mondays.
What are you reading, darlings?
so we got a delicious email from our friend on the other-coast-but-much-higher-up-than-we-usually-go (ok, seattle, you forced us to cave ;-) and he mentioned that our absolutely favorite/favourite color/colour/shade (see picture = pantone 292 C) is IN A SONG!
we were utterly taken aback (and quite a bit shocked as our musical tastes have never been what is denoted “in” before).
enjoy – here are the lyrics (ah – what happened to teenage magazines where you sat on your bed on the Pierrot cover that you haven’t told them you never really liked you were just being nice and could you have a plain white one with a delicate detail and matching vast european sized pillows instead and faithfully learned the lyrics so one could join in – very important the whole joining in – we could take it or leave it these days ;-) at school during lunchtimes.)
Reno Dakota | by the magnetic fields
Reno Dakota there’s not an iota of kindness in you
You know you enthrall me and yet you don’t call me
It’s making me blue Pantone 292 Reno Dakota I’m
reaching my quota of tears for the year Alas and
alack you just don’t call me back You have just
disappeared It makes me drink beer I know you’re
a recluse You know that’s no excuse Reno that’s
just a ruse Do not play fast and loose with my heart
Reno Dakota I’m no Nino Rota I don’t know the score
Have I annoyed you or is there a boy who
Well he’s just a whore I’ve had him before
It makes me drink more