Miss Ruby–what other Valentine's Day kisses could a girl want? i adopted her two years ago this week. Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, shame I have to pick up my Valentine's Poo.
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walking down rue d'Antibes in Cannes the other day, i thought to myself when admiring the new window displays–"oooh goodie, looks like red, my favorite color, is the new color for spring! how nice!"—then i realized that no, the frenchie fashion color scheme will shortly return to the standard black, grey, camel and olive. it's just Valentine's Day.
this morning i walked out into a lane with piped in open-air music–french love songs, and garlands of red heart balloons overhead as far as the eye could see.
the universe hates me. tell me what nation doesn't do VD these days–i'll go there. -
i have really missed my furniture (too bad it's rented til next Jan.).
well, it's decided—i'm going back to the good ol' US of A. probably the first of September, sooner only if the right job comes up. i knew it was coming, but i finally did have to make the decision. and now that i have, new adventure possibilities come to mind, things i've always wanted to do back home, like Route 66 in a convertible.
i'm on the job hunt, with places like Design Within Reach and other businesses catering to the Design Addict like myself in mind. i thought some time away would lessen the need, but no, i remain hooked–but at least my new-convert modern design evangelism has mellowed over the past year. i can now pursue a proper job for the first time and not sell myself short–i'm tired of the exhausting grief and low rewards of sales and service. i want to use all the experienced i gained running the train wreck that was my last job to get a Buyer (or at least Assistant Buyer/Researcher) position with a larger, stable company. preferably in a warm and sunny climate—California here i come?!? -
Bert blew up another vacuum cleaner this week. that's right–another. this is at least number two, the cause of the first vacuum incindiary incident remains unknown but the memory of the burning canister is still fresh in some minds. he claims this incident, like the previous, was entirely unintentional and the result of a freak accident while using the doomed vacuum aboard sailing yacht Tishie Mae. the vacuum succumbed after "complete submersion in salt water leading to motor failure and eventual complete system shut down", evident in the smoke and flames. Bert was quoted as saying: "It was quite a fireball". -
the ONE time i make a mistake with my train ticket. the ONE time out of how many?!?!? of course, i sit there unknowingly holding a ticket for Juan les Pins when i am going one stop further to Antibes. honestly, an honest mistake–i was in a hurry, throwing coins in the machine, turning the silly knob while looking at the time board, and rushing to catch my train that was pulling into the station. i never even glanced at the ticket until it was too late. so, of course, this ONE time, after nearly hundreds of inspector-free trips (always with correct ticket in hand!)—the inspectors are on board. and i'm in trouble. 25 euros. for a one stop (75 cent) mistake!?!? and why, why, why does it take THREE inspectors to complete the transaction? one to hold the credit card machine (how handy), one to write the paperwork, and one to give me a lecture and wag his finger at me.
i wonder how many frenchie functionnaires it takes to change a lightbulb? -
i've really been enjoying my little pottery group (both the clay work and the French conversation practice) and now that i have a few hand building techniques under my belt i've been more experimental/expressive –pics of recent work to come, they're being fired later this week. i found a little art society/studio here in Cannes awhile back and now can finally join up later this week. with membership comes the perk of access to both the drawing/painting and ceramics studios during three open sessions each week–AND they have a RAKU kiln! yippee!
with my interest in pottery growing, i've been looking for some pot blogs (ha ha) and haven't had much luck–seems i'm not the only one. -
i helped Maria dye her hair this afternoon and noticed that the instruction sheet was undeniably french….the illustrated woman demonstrated the use of the post-color conditioner while wearing a scarf.
she wasn't drawn smoking a cigarette however–perhaps the stuff is flamable? -
Angel and Dan are moving to Chicago! good timing–i still have that list of 'must-do's' i made the other week for Emma. it will be easier to visit them now—i can get to Chicago much more frequently than i can Texas. but i wonder, will they miss the ten-gallon hats?
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Maxi Bazaar (Woolworth's meets The Dollar Store) has curtains on sale…by the kilo. there's a little handy electronic scale in the display. well, whaddya know.
