It’s freezing outside. And gray. And rainy. It’s not romantic.
It’s generally miserable.
There’s whole wheat bread rising in the kitchen (under a heat lamp). My terrier is bored silly and is threatening to dismember the cats.
I’m putting off organizing my office now that my book is done, and I’m starting to think about the next one. But I’m getting totally distracted by:
A lamp that looks like the pearl necklace my Aunt Olga gave me when I graduated from middle school.
The French person who had the good sense to line sneakers in shearling.
And a Cubano at Versailles in Miami.
Learning how to shoot with this.
Breakfast with housemade chorizo here.
Followed by a late-ish dinner here.
His glasses. Which annoy the crap out of me.
And having troubling imaging him married to her back in the 60s.
Thinking maybe it’s time for a haircut. Just sayin.
Wondering if a wooden hedgehog is really worth this price.
The price of these, when you can get them in France for $3 at the beach.
Enough already with the cupcakes.
Just don’t. Okay? It looks like bad things.
Drink the beer. Skip the hedgehog.
I am going to make you cupcake-flavored foam in the shape of a wooden hedgehog. Or maybe that’s just the cough medicine talking. I like your brain on ADD, and I think I might need some flan for dinner.
i’ll make cupcakes like that for you in you and Susan DO NOT get married there. It might be fun (in theory) to make the asshats pay attention to us but it would NOT be fun to really do it:-)
It’s time to learn to knit!!!!!
Bahaha….please get married at Cracker Barrel. I do think it sounds fun. In an irreverent way, I suppose. But imagining it just made my day.
So on the same wavelength re: cupcakes (for goodness sake, they were never even that great in the first place) and MFK. Lay off, haters.
oh, i have that same thought about the espadrilles every summer. last i was in france they were available everywhere for nothing, even at the gas station. wish i’d bought enough to last a lifetime. (and those faux espadrilles everyone is wearing? tom’s? hideous, and expensive.)
can we find a way to pay for a trip to france by filling our suitcases with real espadrilles and selling then cheaply–maybe $20 bucks–here?
Oh no, you sucked me into your world of work avoidance. Help, I’m clicking on all the links instead of doing my work. It’s so good, but it’s so bad.
Seriously thank you for linking me all over the web. I love going places I’ve not been before (even if it means I now have to work on Saturday to make up for lost time).
Glad I could be of service, Cynthia!
My mother is the definition of ascetic. This explains so much!
Best use of procrastination as a blog topic ever:-)
Thanks for giving me so much to think about and yet another site with lovely household items to lust for. And, yes, time for a haircut! :^)
So I’m going to have to come back to click through and have a nice long look. Thanks for the links!
To Cynthia A. above–today is November 4, 2016, and this post is having the exact same effect on me! haha Now that’s what I call sustainable—
Geez I love these archives—