Monday, November 23, 2015

f r o m f r i e n d s g i v i n g . . . t o t h a n k s g i v i n g . . . w i t h L o v e !

 morningtime . . .

. . . sitting in silence with my Lovelies.

 maple bourbon burning . . . 

Verona brewing.
(t h o u g h t . . . why didn't i gather more maple leaves to go with my café noir?)

gather doormat . . . Target 12.99 . . . tried to find one . . . hauntingly wicked boots? only Heaven knows.

 viewing and reading the "amazingness" of you!

where i . . . always . . . 

i really love my silence with you.

i cannot tell you how many times you have set my sails for the day, by showering me

with your love,  tweaking my make up, lifting my self esteem, and making me laugh out loud.

happy friendsgiving!

friendsgivingwhen friends and family members gather around before Thanksgiving. 
an assortment of food is prepared and stories are shared of why everyone is 
friends and thankful for each other. 

~ blog land is a place where the table is always set to pass the blessings.~

:: ici ::

i wish you a blessed Thanksgiving!


:: sources to all images can be found here ::

Friday, November 20, 2015

f r e n c h b r e a d o n f r i d a y !

 it has been over a year since i stopped my monthly PINK POSTS,

and it's been weeks since i served french bread on friday.

( isn't it lovely that with one little rotation . . . party wrap becomes Christmas wrap?)

* * * 

last friday . . .  Paris.

i must give a shout out to Facebook for their brilliant "Safety Check" feature.
so many did not know if their loved ones were safe after the attack.

(with one click, all who love and care for you, are reassured your are safe.)

i have a blog friend who was dining at a sidewalk cafe earlier friday evening.

about 2:30 pm PST, i was in my office, away from media when
 facebook on my phone lit up and sounded as her family and friends were inquiring about
she and her family's safety.  a little bit later the safety check activated.

" I'm safe"

 i would have embraced this technology, having experienced a cell phone overload 
twice in 2001 with the Nisqually Earthquake and 9/11.


i have prayed much more than i normally do this past week.

i made some art.

i read and re-read my favorite quotes by Victor Hugo. 

i played music from the stage production of "Les Mis",

"A Little Bit of Rain"

as i watched the flowers grow at Bataclan on the Boulevard Voltaire,

"Can You Hear The People Sing?"

and as i heard the people sing!




we must not live in fear, but we must live to be more aware of what is happening around us.

each of us has a roll as a "protector".  a roll i learned through an observation of the British

citizens when i last traveled there in 1996,  nearly twenty five years ago.

gentle reminders.

 gentle guidance.

gently looking out for one another.

i felt that i was living among real life guardian angels.

and while we are on the subject of looking out for one another . . .

do remember the whole purpose of my pink posts?

"don't forget to check on the girls!"

"Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face."

~Victor Hugo

Liberté, Liberté cherie's!


:: all images found here ::

Saturday, November 14, 2015

p r a y f o r P a r i s

“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.” 
– Victor Hugo

for France, and for all . . . do not be terrorized.


Monday, November 9, 2015

j u s t o n e p i c . . .

h e l l o L o v e l i e s !

:: the lyric prints can be found many sizes at Stephanie Lynn's shop here. ::

the room is young.

 a playful stage for Taylor's song.  it's lyrics and tune, first heard on my

 commuter Corolla radio, have played again and again in my mind. 

simple . . . not profound.

starts out "mid~night"!

 . . . no head~lights.




(do i sound like i'm on American Bandstand?)

in traffic it transports you to forever young girl . . . kind of song.

i am at the age where i have to work hard to remember the lyrics to a new song, 

yet i can recite an entire Beatles repertoire from 1966.

wouldn't this bedroom be SWEET for a newlywed couple?
( i am totally taken by the perfectly improvised, bedside chairs tables. )

the reference to James Dean, reminds me how i resisted giving Mr D my 

phone number because portrayed kind of a bad-"ish" boy, smart alec,

 ( we didn't say "ass" back then), persona.

~ i was wearing red lipstick the night i met Mr D. ~

i stopped wearing it a few years back.

 i miss it's place on my little vanity shelf.

i am forever grateful that he did not give up on his pursuit of my phone number.

the lyric prints could be quite appropriate, smaller in size, in the en suite bathroom.
 (this might be a fun project to take on, as i am practicing "brush calligraphy".)

i love the entire refrain.

"you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye . . . and i got that 
red lip classic thing that you like . . . and when we go crashing down, 
we come back every time, 'cause we never go out of style . . . we never go out of style."

shall i forgo those drive thru holiday peppermint lattes in leu of a new red lipstick,

 and plant that kiss of youth back in it's place on my vanity shelf  and me?

why . . . YES, my Lovelies!

i wish you a forever young girl journey kind of week.!

you never go out of style!


~ my random "just one pic" series features an image that moves me the very
 second i lay my eyes on it!  an image that sets my sails for the day 
and moves me to create or motivate.  ~