It has been many months since I returned from my little Paris month. Very many indeed.
I bought just a few things for me in that land of matching roofs, and tucked most of them away for another day. A day in late spring or summer, perhaps, when I might wish to be someplace else. It is nice to have them out and about. A lacy chemise, a wooden ladle from E. Dehillerin, a length of gorgeous fabric, a copy of Le Petit Nicholas. Glass yoghurt jars. A bag of lavender. Savon, a vintage dress, paper and ink. Treasures, each.
For writing thank-you notes, catching up on correspondence, thick Paris paper, tinned Paris inks.
11 maids a-milking:
I just love that word, cartouche. Glad you are home, little Amanda.
Cartouche, cartouche.
But I am not LITTLE, Lisa.
i saw some of the most BEAUTIFUL vintage dresses in paris. in le marais.
Mmmmmmm... just the right amount and type of shopping, I think.
Although I am a failure at writing with straight up ink. Such a mess. I'm glad there are others out there who can carry it on.
frenchman with whom i had that unfortunate transaction on the metro gave me a copy of Les récrés du petit Nicolas, for it was his name. a strange calling card, but i had it for years after we finally broke up for real.
Oh, you make me miss Paris.
Oh Paris. I am quite rubbish at buying treasures when I travel.
Yoghurt jars. For yeowg-aire.
I thought you'd like to know I've gone back to the old handle. 's dorky to call YOURSELF by your nickname, no?
esb: The world is right again.
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