Tuesday, July 2, 2013
I got a pedicure last week and, seeing as I’ll never get the chance to wear sandals in this very cold, miserable land, I thought I’d show off my toes here. Pedicures are strange. I always expect them to be really relaxing and enjoyable but generally I just find them to be kind of invasive and embarrassing. Like, I can’t help but feel sorry for the person who has to clean my feet, rub off the dead skin and untangle my toe hair. I don’t want to do it myself so how dare I have someone else do it, you know? I guess I just have a weird attitude toward getting pedicures. This is probably why I only do it about once a year.
Peonies really are the greatest flowers. They’re beautiful when they’re clenched up little buds and they’re gorgeous when their petals unfurl and open. I just want to bury my noses in them and give them flowery kisses. That’s weird but love is weird and I can’t help the way I feel.
Sargent’s Rehearsal of the Pasdeloup Orchestra at the Cirque d’Hiver is my favourite painting and I always loved visiting it at the MFA in Boston. It’s nice to have a little postcard of it on my desk but I’m thinking I should make a mini frame to put it in so the elephant doesn’t use it as a rug anymore.
Speaking of appearances, sometimes we try to doll Lucille up. Yesterday, we thought about making her a hat but other times we experiment with eye glasses and little jackets for her to wear. My office-mate, Martin, is thinking about giving her braces but I’m not sure she needs them.
More flowers but you know, flowers really are lovely. It’s such a DUH thing to say, but it’s true. Can you imagine a world without flowers? I think a world without flowers would be a very somber place, indeed.
A world without art would also be quite joyless and dull, don’t you think? Last night, Louise Giblin‘s body cast sculptures and line drawings brought me much cheer. If you haven’t seen them yet, I highly recommend you stroll down to Art Pull and have a look.
After our art gazing, we walked to The Black Pig and joined the Tunbridge Wells Writers for an evening of
too much wine conversation and laughter. Peter didn’t want his picture taken so I took a picture of the flowers. As we’ve already established, I think flowers are cheerful and I love being cheerful.
And like the three merry little pigs, I laughed all the way home! Le Chat, however, failed to see the humor in anything last night and gave me a very sever look for being out so late. Being told off by a cat… such is life.
Anyway, thank you for reading, friends! Next week, I have Ellen Fife contributing to Tuesday With Vous, which is very exciting because she is an excellent film photographer. I haven’t actually met Ellen but I’ve stalked her on Twitter and have decided that she is a lovely person, which is great as I only allow lovely people on my blog. Naturally. xx