There are things that a person just can't say. But they need to be said. Dear Diary ... this is where I am going to say whatever I feel like saying.
This is where I get to say anything I feel like saying and you get to agree with me.
We will also share stories and chocolate if you have any.
Naps are also encouraged, if shopping is out of the question.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
A Pause
Family will be arriving in the morning for a nice long visit.
I am overjoyed to be seeing them. I will not be blogging until they leave.
So hopefully you will still be here when I get back.
See you in 2 weeks !
Lonny
Do you read Lonny?
For someone living at the Bottom of the World, I just thank heavens for online magazines !
It took a bit of adjustment but now I sit and enjoy "leafing" through the pages just as I used to when I got "real" magazines in the mail. Lonny is especially pretty, I think... don't you ?
Enjoy ~
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Summer Whites
Now that Summer is arriving with a flourish of bird song, flowers blooming and mini heat waves, I am turning towards the idea of White rooms. A fireplace is always the best "accessory" in a room, isn't it ?
Whether lit or not, it holds candles, it supports mirrors and paintings.
I think I might look into having a mantle with no fireplace to go with it ..
or should I just move ?
There is always an option.
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Monday, November 14, 2011
This morning
Saturday, November 12, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Miracles Happen
This baby , in Somalia, was in a ward in Dadaab, the Worlds largest refugee camp.
The photo is from July, he was obviously close to death .
Here he is with his mother, plump and smiling and alive..
Thanks to the Aid group, International Rescue Committee, who helped save little baby Minhaj and they are working hard to save many others.
Babies, starving to death.
Thanks to Islamic insurgents, war and famine, the children and babies are the most vulnerable and die quietly and quickly with no food, no doctors and no help.
Thanks to Islamic insurgents, war and famine, the children and babies are the most vulnerable and die quietly and quickly with no food, no doctors and no help.
Tens of thousands of children died just this year.
The Islamist militias have forbidden aid agencies to come to try to help.
If you donate to any organizations, this is one to add to your list or if you rarely send donations, let this be one that you will give to.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Just being there ~
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I love the colors of the glass, the sofa in that wonderful light, white room and the house and gardens .. beautiful things on the table.
In whatever fashion you like, whether it is modern, eclectic or 17th century French, to surround yourself with objects and colors and gardens and rooms that please your eye , please your senses, is a little like heaven.
You can be happy just being there ..
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Ever changing
There are days that I cannot stand being in the city for another minute and all I can think of is country homes and villages where I can live out my days in a bit of peace and quiet.
I find myself spending too much time obsessing over wall paper for rooms in homes that I do not live in.. thinking Some Day ..
But all it takes is a photograph of a certain place that brings me back to thinking of how much of my furniture can I manage to get into the smallest apartment that I have ever lived in.
Then the sound of traffic reaches me as I sit here daydreaming about the most beautiful city in the world and I once again, imagine myself, sitting in a windowseat, gazing out into the gardens, listening to the sound of birds song.
I find myself spending too much time obsessing over wall paper for rooms in homes that I do not live in.. thinking Some Day ..
But all it takes is a photograph of a certain place that brings me back to thinking of how much of my furniture can I manage to get into the smallest apartment that I have ever lived in.
Then the sound of traffic reaches me as I sit here daydreaming about the most beautiful city in the world and I once again, imagine myself, sitting in a windowseat, gazing out into the gardens, listening to the sound of birds song.
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Sleeping
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