“Twice in her life she had mistaken something else for it; it was like seeing somebody in the street who you think is a friend, you whistle and wave and run after him, and it is not only not the friend, but not even very like him. A few minutes later the real friend appears in view, and then you can’t imagine how you ever mistook that other person for him. Linda was now looking upon the authentic face of love, and she knew it, but it frightened her. That it should come so casually, so much by a series of accidents, was frightening.”
~ Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit of Love
“Mother, of course, takes a lot of exercise, walks and so on. And every morning she puts on a pair of black silk drawers and a sweater and makes indelicate gestures on the lawn. That’s called Building the Body Beautiful. She’s mad about it.”
“Spring came late, but when it came it was hand-in-hand with summer, and almost at once everything was baking and warm, and in the villages the people danced every night on concrete dancing floors under the plane trees…”
slept late after the emotional experience of seeing Beginners last night (do see it! it’s incredible) and read the 1971 inky-purple-repro edition of tove jansson’s moomin tales (the fab book team gloria spied at the jane st fair yesterday and already mentioned in these pages) over a lazy coffee.
then – don’t you love serendipitous surfing? – opened email and got the new digital catalogue from TOAST – it’s dreamy – have a look – and features……..drumroll please…..the summer book by – yes – tove jansson.
in the flow, people, i can feel it in my bones…..a glorious summer’s day ahead.
– almost the season for a sandy beach*, swathed in an egyptian cotton wrap, capri sandals and large straw hat, with a copy of the glorious Monocle Mediterraneo (the resort newspaper from the terribly clever canadian chap, Tyler Brule) tucked under one’s arm.