As I sat groggily on the couch this morning staring out the window, I watched with fascination as my neighbor dragged her old mattresses outside across the grass, then let them drop over the wall to the sidewalk below.
I don't think I've ever seen such lovely mattresses. I was dying to grab the camera and head across the street, but decided to wait. Finally she left on an errand and off I went to take these photos. Are these not the most seriously fabulous mattresses you've ever seen?
The golden yellow wallpapery mattress covers leaned against the wall suggestively. Perfectly happy to rest there in front of the pink crepe myrtle. Oh pink and yellow confection of my Sunday morning eyes!
On my way back up the hill I was beckoned by more pink. Sigh.
Then I thought of these yellow tiles from Lisbon. A perfect compliment to yellow damask wrapped mattresses the world over.
I'm 150 pages into Bright Shiny Morning. And I must agree with the LA TIMES review which calls the book, "an execrable novel, a literary train wreck without even the good grace to be entertaining."
I'll keep reading though. Quickly. I gotta get through this thing. If you've got an unputdownable book recommendation for me I'd be obliged if you'd leave it. I wish I had written down all the good ones you left last time dear readers. One of you got me started on Ivan Doig. Love.
I promise I'll write everything down this time. Notebook out. Pen at the ready.