Lovely Things
I am feeling v. inspired right now. Last night the air was warm around my shoulders, and the scene around us had that odd quality of it not being LA, not in September, not at that time of day. The wildfire made the area seem like we were wafting around in one gigantic barbecue. But there were sparkling lights, luscious beats, libations of every color.
There is the return of things, the everyday interactions I love, the idea that things glitter on around you, if you will only stop for a second to notice it.
I have a precious lot to say. About Happy Hour. About Tom Chaplin. About the DMV. About Martha Stewart. About my orchid. About sunshine.
Guarda, m'annoio, eh! M'annoio da morire!
Friday, September 30, 2005
Bonjour et bienvenue dans mon blog. (MB)
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