Zen Summer

I’m in a happy place. I received tracking info from Volks (no, not Masha, who has been delayed til late July, but another baby), and I’ve been alternately lazy and crafty about the house.
After the previous few months of utter madness and thriftiness and selling, I’m so relieved!
I’ve sewed two new dolly dresses, from my own patterns (go me!) and finished one of the corsets I used as a sample for Dollectable. And there is lots of laying around in between watching BBC costume dramas I picked up in the UK that won’t even be released here for another year or so. Gads, I’m so happy!
Oh, and season 3 of Dr. Who started. And Torchwood is coming in September.
And all the animals follow me from room to room, I feel like Cinderella.
I know I am slow with my travel diaries. We’re waiting for a cd from a friend who was kind enough to offload 2 gigs of images in Switzerland onto his laptop. So I have earlier images, and pix from the end of the trip, but I’m missing the middle o_0. You know what that does to a storyline, yikes!
Spoony was my date
In a Swiss farmhouse on the top of a mountain drinking absinthe and vintage vermouth and eating fondue with loved ones. Life just don’t get much better.

But there’s been a ton of pix uploaded to flickr, with more to come. You are welcome to browse.
I’m still in awe of the magickalness of the trip. But there was still so much to see, especially Paris. Didn’t have nearly enough time. Half a day lost in Les Halles totally scarred me for life with all the Burger Kings & Footlockers and GAPS and UGH! Stab the eyes out with hot pokers. We were looking for the Marais and took a right instead of left at the Pompidou Center and were DOOOOMED. We did find porn and sausages eventually though. So it worked out in the end.
I’m reading an amazing book, “Liberty: The Lives and Times of Six Women in Revolutionary France” and there are numerous mentions of Les Halles as the market center of Paris. I guess it still is, but where are the fishwives? They’re hocking Nikes and burgers these days. It hurts my soul.

2 thoughts on “Zen Summer”

  1. Oh man, Les Halles is awful. I think it is truely tragic that they moved that market to build that stupid shopping mall. Everyone used to shop there. Chefs, grocers, poor people, housewives.
    Oh well. The park on top of it is nice.

  2. That is such a funny picture of us! I’m sure we were drunk.
    Yes, Les Halles is tragic. It reminds me of the old Fashion Island Mall that we used to call “Deserted Island Mall”. But at least Les Halles has H&M, which is a good place to buy cheap clothes when everything you packed is dirty!
    I miss you two!

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