Tales from Tinseltown…recording them now…I'll let you know when it's story time.
AN INTERESTING EXCHANGE BETWEEN YOURS TRULY AND A DELIGHTFUL READER
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You are one of the most lovely people I’ve ever known, Vickie. I use the word “lovely” to mean exquisitely beautiful – emanating from the inside and gracefully appearing in your kind and thoughtful words and gestures.
Thank you dearly, my beautiful friend. 🙂
…and by the way, reading anything from you is really my privilege and is the highlight of my day – so thank you. xoxox
Oh, you make me all teary! The feeling is mutual, I assure you.
I can’t get the vision of you and me having tea at the Langham and then taking a stroll in the Huntington Gardens out of my head. Have you been? You would love it! I was thinking about your palette when I picked out the flowers 😉
Your thinking was exactly right! These are the romantic colors that are thread throughout my house. It’s very feminine – over stuffed white linen sofas and chairs everything in ice and pale shades. Yummy. I just got back from the store myself and bought 2 dozen blush roses – I have my workshop tomorrow and want the women to feel pampered. (…especially when the topics we cover can be quite uncomfortable at times.)
I’ve never been to the Langham or the Huntington Gardens. I would love that!! I’ll conjure up that vision, concentrate, and hopefully, one day soon, we’ll make it a reality. 🙂
I love the idea of the pale shades, they make me think of spring and renewal and on a subconscious level they must be very soothing for your workshop.
This is my house, jewel tones that have gotten a little faded by the sun over the years. http://vickielester.com/2012/11/22/thanksgiving-at-our-house/ When I update I’m thinking cream, and linen beige, and robin’s egg blue and a little chocolate brown…
Yeah! I get to introduce you to our version of old world beauty in Pasadena!
I’ll try and send you the tour of my house from when it was on the market – it gives you an idea.
Why, you shouldn’t have! (lol)
They’re beautiful! What a treat on a cold wintery day.
I won’t tell you what the temperature is here… And, you are most welcome!
“I won’t tell you what the temperature is here…”
Yeah, I’ve learned not to share this with friends online ;-).
I went to school on the east coast and for a while, when back home, I would open the paper in February (usually around my birthday) and laugh when I saw the New England forecast – not very nice, but my toes weren’t freezing!
Vickie, flowers? You shouldn’t have! You deserve infinite bouquets.
“How far that little candle throws its beams; So shines a good deed in a naughty world”. That quote seems both apposite yet inadequate to describe you and your delightful (delightful, I do love that word) weblog. Your elegance, wit, and warmth are a balm to the soul; you are incandescent yet your bright light hurts not the eyes. Ah, ain’t that poetical? Suspect doggerel apart, you’re wonderful. Thank *you*, Robert xox
Bwahaha! You went all Bard on me! And, this is the only time I will correct you (well, in public at any rate) but, it’s just too rich: it’s not a *naughty world*, it’s a *weary world* – you, more than anyone else, Mr. Nocturnal, should appreciate that 🙂
A kiss and peck and a hug around your weary and beloved neck,
Going “all bard” seemed to be the thing to do with you (winks). You are, of course, correct “weary” it is, I always misremember it as “naughty”, nocturnal me! Too, too rich “Bwahaha!” right back at you, dollface 🙂
“A kiss and a peck and a hug around your weary and beloved neck”. I am speechless (for once) and my heart is full… I’ll just say that lifted my spirits precipitously high and made me feel very, very happy. (don’t worry I won’t say anything about being utterly astounded to think I could deserve it. Old habits… ;)). All my love and affection to you my very dearest beguiling Vickie, R.
I am going to write you an email in a little bit (while the rest of England slumbers) but I have to write a post now for tomorrow about a friend I met when I was nine years old, I think, or, it could end up being about my father making onion sandwiches — we’ll see!
Two fascinating possibilities! Onion sandwiches? Hmm. Hope you’re having a swell day.
“While the rest of England slumbers”. Ha! You are funny. And accurate 😉 My breath is bated. Toodles.
Unbate your breath, email sent!
I can’t locate the other real estate tour but this gives you an idea – of course he doesn’t show it perfectly, but it works. I don’t think anyone else will read this if I hide it in here. It’s too obvious. 🙂
That is be-oo-tiful, I love it, and I edited out the link so nobody else could see.
What beautiful blooms and what a truly beautiful woman you are.
The Perfumed Dandy
I return the compliment and substitute the word gentleman in the appropriate spot, oh wait, better yet, how about Perfumed Dandy!?!
^ What my perfumed compatriot said.
And for you – sister from another mister, I’ll return the compliment and substitute enchanting Scheherazade.
Oohh I could just cuddle you to smithereens! Mwah! <3
I love being cuddled to smithereens! And mwah right back!
Why thank you Vickie.I am a gentleman and so rarely recieve flowers.
In my experience men get such a charge out of a nice bouquet, it’s a pity they don’t get them more often!
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