the book has made it to La Belle France!
Heather sent us glorious photographs (and boy, aren’t those glorious? – Tres Chic!).
the book does look very happy….
thank you dear Heather!
and further into Continental Europe we had a virtual congratulatory wave from Beautycalypse who lives in Berlin (but is originally from much further East in Russia – isn’t that amazing) – the book reached her in its Virtual “ebook” form – so there’s no picture to show but we whipped up a visual of her Very Nice Quote.
this is so very moving, hearing from people all over the world as the book in its various forms (cloned at last!), encased in brown paper and string is brought up the garden path to the kitchen door by the Postman (clearly that’s in our imagination, mr. amazon goes in for the firm corrugated cardboard option, no string, but we do recommend adding a Ribbon to your copy, it likes that).
and now, in hono(u)r of our Friends on the Continent, a little musical interlude.
lie back on those pillows, pull on the satin mask over the eyes, sink into her voice and turn it up LOUD.
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 will post later.
but for now, we’re still glorying in Heather’s responses to the encircling-nature-of-the-Questions we’ve all been asking each other recently.
especially her references to the Duckman, expat gold (glossy pages) and songs of aching pain and longing and gloriousness.
these Q & A have been a virtual dinner party for us recently and we’re Tickled Pink by learning more about you delicious friends via-the-interweb.
talking of glossy pages – we found a stack of vintage Gourmet magazines in a thrift store in silver lake yesterday and poured over them at our desk this morning as the sun tickled the back of our neck happily.
and then we cut out bits we loved and squished them together inside the pages of the moleskine 147 (actually another brand but equally gorgeous)
there were spring flowers in jars at the diner yesterday and we sat at the counter and wrote because there’s nothing more delicious in the World than sitting at a counter and writing in the afternoon.
then we went to Yolk and watched as the lights were turned off on the magical creatures that live there (until someone special buys them and they go to live somewhere else).
this is a very cool place to Live.
isn’t life delicious?