Wednesday, June 24, 2009

escape to the toile chair

In these long afternoons of sunny haze, everything has to stop for awhile.

While Beatrice, the imaginary assistant, is busy about the house preparing goat's cheese soufflé with rhubarb foam, highlighting contentious points of the Lisbon Treaty and teaching the children that they must always refer to our cupboards as armoires, I sneak upstairs and loiter in the toile chair staring into space and listening to the grasshoppers.

Nothing looks better than space, or sounds better than the grasshoppers.

3 comments:

  1. I like the sound of that. Would you post me a few grasshoppers?

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  2. i love the sound of beatrice,
    the little vase of flowers looks equally enticing, thanks for your comments on my blog,

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  3. Yeah, I like that sofa, classic and unique

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You're looking particularly well.

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