darlings
this afternoon we went to jackson heights to drink tea, talk about Life and love and theatre and ideas and Los Angeles and NYC and staying-over-six-years ago before our life in Manhattan began.
and to take some more east coast portraits.
we do adore taking photographs. especially of blair and sophie.
a well-known cure for melancholy is to have a curry in Jackson Heights, with the splendid high energy BF and explore his neighborhood of pale pink saris, sandalwood and exchange a heartfelt namaste with shopkeepers smiling at our purchase of spiritual Indian texts.
Another decidedly proven cure for listlessness is to talk about magic, witchdoctors and my little pony with the sprite, lady-of-letters and her companion.
we brought roses the shade of deep creme.
Writing is a perfect way to release what ails us.
This is moleskine 129….
Packing for Paris is also a smart way to get excited about la vie jetset again.
Our restoration is almost complete, with a languorous Sunday morning with novels and the prospect of some shopping for satin items when the city awakes.
now inside caffeine’s dark embrace…
And an opportunity to be helpful to someone in the morning…..service heals, too.
So that’s it.
The immigration scariness is still depressing but We are no longer Depressed by it.
See how bloody healthy we are, darlings ;)
How’s your weekend? Do tell.
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