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.


How to Cope .. When there is no Chocolate

Thursday, January 31, 2013

Colour ?

I see these homes that are all white washed and pale , with white linen covers on everything and windows unadorned and I fall in love with the idea of decorating my new home in this style.

Then I see homes with warm sunny colours and rich fabrics and I want them.

Decisions, decisions !



Saturday, January 26, 2013

My Imaginary House

As we all know, Time has a way of slowing down when you are waiting for something.
Our Something happens to be the day when we get ourselves packed up and we fly away back to the United States.
There we will go on a house hunt and find just the right house, in the country and we will begin our new adventure.

So while I sit here and wait ( when I am not doing any last minute Handbag Shopping, Shoe Shopping, raids on Zara or Wanama (clothes) .. I sit here in the cool of the air conditioned apartment and shop for houses online.
And since it is all free and online, I also like to furnish them with a bit of   this and that ...

Here is this weeks Imaginary House with my imaginary purchases ...


Exactly what I have in mind   ..

Blue toile   pleases  me.

This is not just a Closet, this is Paradise ( shoes, bags, everything has its place) 

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Flora - Tip # 3





If you can't have fresh flowers in your rooms all the time, wallpaper is not a bad idea. 
Putting it that way, the husband can decide which he wants to live with .. 

Tips for dealing with husbands with opinions.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Ugly


Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. 
Ugly was the resident tomcat.
Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love. 
The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly.
To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. 
He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.
 His tail has long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs.
Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”
All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. 
If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness.
 Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. 
If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbors huskies. 
They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. 
As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. I must be hurting him terribly I thought.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear - Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. 
I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. 
Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled-scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. 
Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. 
Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. 
He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply. 
To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be Ugly.


This was not my story. I read this today on a website about animals.
I am sorry for the confusion, Ugly was real but it was not my story.

 Source

New Daydreams

 A new home
 New memories to make
 New ideas
New views

source

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Fly Away ~

My friends are going to go to Europe next year.
They will fly into one city, rent a car and drive through the countryside, visiting the small towns, eating in trattorias, taking their time, soaking it all in. 

Another friend is going to Paris, Nice, Arles ... I can hardly control myself .
I am about to make a huge house move, from one continent to another, find a new home, move in, get re-acquainted with my home country and all I want to do is get on a plane and fly away to Europe.

We would drive on roads through countryside where there is no traffic ..

We would stop in towns to wander and stop for a drink and a bite of something fresh picked that day
 Driving along the coast, we  stop for dinner as the moon comes up over the water.
 Continuing through the small towns whose names are forgotten but their beauty is unforgettable.
Dreams do come true, I will dream of flying away .. 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

It's About Time




 




It's Always About Time ~ 


Saturday, January 12, 2013

The Bag Lady

I have more Handbags than I need.
Who doesn't ??
I don't know how many I have.
This is nothing to be ashamed of.

There are people out there with closets full of shoes.
There are people out there with closets/drawers full of white tee shirts.
Who am I to scornfully condemn them for having so much ? Why would I care ?
They are not taking up My closet space !
If they were, they would be forced to share, so no one dares infringe on my closet space.

Wars have started over closet space.
Oh sure, the history books tell a different story but it is because Men wrote it.
Ask any woman, she will tell you about sharing closet space with a man, with a partner.
A single woman will tell you how much more closet space she needs and small children wish their mothers closet had more space for hiding and that they did not have to Be Careful Of Mommy's Bags !

I had the opportunity to make a perfect closet out of a "maids room" connected to our bedroom.
We had a beautiful arched doorway made, the walls are floor to ceiling shelves and closets and I find that while the shoes are content with the few shelves they have .. the handbags are grumbling constantly about being crammed in the back and forgotten, squished into spaces too small for the seasons humongous bags and beautiful little bags calling out , Clutches are In Style again !!

Sometimes it can be pretty raucous in the closet.

Here the closet  is a Vestidor, a Dressing Room .. a repository of my shoes and hangbags.
They are getting restless, I hear them grumbling late at night.
Good thing we are moving soon.
Who knows what sort of rebellion they would cook up.

Next house, they have been promised, at least a small bedroom will be converted over to being a dressing room/closet. If that doesn't make them happy, I know this place called eBay ..




Thursday, January 10, 2013

Wanted

Any or all , I won't be picky.
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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Monday, January 7, 2013

French Dreams

A sweet friend sent this photo to me today.
Which set off all kinds of longing to be in Paris.
I want to have coffee in a cafe along the Boulevard St Germain, around the corner from our hotel on rue Jacob. 
I want to shop in the little boutiques in the Marais and look at antiques and go to Deyrolle and see the stuffed things. My husband isn't so excited about that.
I want to shop and eat and only hear French ...

In the evening, we will walk along the Quai and cross one of the bridges and go to a concert.
Then we will have a wonderful dinner of mussels and all sorts of French food,  followed by wonderful French chocolate.
Then we will  walk home, saying goodnight to the Eiffel Tower as we pass.


Saturday, January 5, 2013

Summer Time and the Living is Easy

           Summer in Argentina ... just like the rest of the world.  Sun , Skies, Sea , Ice Cream.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Snowy woods


It has been a very long time since we drove a car on  a snowy road.
It has been a very long time since we have seen woods filled with snow.. or deer !

The possibilities are high that in the next year, we will be living in a place that has snow
and woods and deer.