An unexpected envelope of paper arrived at my doorstep. I stitched on more frames, pockets, paper the color of cream.
I found 4 white plates and a mannequin arm on 2 different walks recently. I carried them home. Couldn’t help it. If you leave stuff on the curb I’m sort of obligated to root through it. The mannequin arm had a watch on it, but a man arrived 2 minutes before I did, unscrewed the wrist, took off the watch, reattached the wrist, handed me the right arm, and said, “This will make a great back scratcher.” He kept the left arm. And the watches.
My sister was with me on that walk. I tapped her on the shoulder all the way home. Not with my hand. With the mannequin’s!
oops. someone lost half his head!
This post is full of disparate parts. Sort of like my brain before it makes a big trip. Half of me goes on ahead on a reconnaissance mission, the other half stays behind to pack and tie up loose ends. The part that went on ahead shouldn’t have left me in charge. I seem to want to fool around in my regular visual journal and make blog posts. hmmmmm.
Mama Moss and 1 of the Moss sisters have decided they want French candy brought back for them. I thought it would be fun to go HERE to get it. I also downloaded David’s book The Sweet Life on my Kindle. You really can’t have enough books to read on vacation! Who has time to sightsee? I’ve got walks to take, videos to make, flea markets to discover. candy to buy, books to read, graffiti paste-ups to locate, naps to take in my fluffy Parisian bed, evening strolls along the Seine, fine dining to do at night. And I do everything 10 times slower than everyone else… sidetracks being what they are. Now you know why I need 2 full weeks.