Tales from Tinseltown…recording them now…I'll let you know when it's story time.
I’m reading through galley proofs of my novel, and getting a little punchy…wish me luck, darlings!
Truman Capote goes Hollywood, according to Bennett Cerf
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I hope you took the coffee out before you put the flowers in? 😉 Hey, I don’t need coffee to be jittery! Is it a coincidence that among the tags we find “Drugs”, “Pills”, “Powders”, and “ritalin”? So that’s what stops you being jittery, whatever works… Bwahahahaha!
I got lazy, George, and just lifted the tags from the novel excerpt. Coffee / adrenaline it’s all a buzz. Going to have several glasses of water and chill…
Me too, Ms Vickie. I fill my garden and home with flowers. When I am uneasy or in a frenzy, I gaze at the blooms and start to breathe again. Of course, the coffee comes first.
The subtle magic of blossoms. Thank you, Grace, such calming words. xox, V
How cool! I just bought a set of vintage-style red teapot, sugar, and creamer (all very globular and extremely cherry-hued) and I’m going to hang them over my kitchen sink in front of the window, with little ferns or ivy or something growing in them! (After I make some macrame hangers for them out of bright yellow waxed thread, of course…) Your coffee pot of blooms is perfect in that ray of sunshine.
You know how to macrame??? Love the idea of cherry-hued tea things suspended by bright yellow waxed thread!
Your jitter bugs look so pretty!
Jitter bugs infested dreams last night, do you ever dream about your blog? Jeez!
I know I shouldn’t be laughing but . . . . I do have nightmares about my blog, dreams would be a fine thing!
Nightmares, that’s exactly what they were… Hells bells! Well, I wish you sweet dreams tonight, and me too. xox, V
Thank you dear Vicki and wishing you blissful slumbers!
(but then I’d be just as happy if I could put those wakeful hours to better use . . . . grrr)
As long as you don’t try and pour yourself a cup of flower water, your plan will work.
A tisane? 🙂
A tisane indeed Vickie.I am not sure whether it would make one healthy however.Indeed recalling just how flower water can smell quite quickly i think that it might make one quite ill.Picture nice still life however.
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