Sunday, 7 February 2010
sunday afternoon frivolities
Miss Marple wore a black brocade dress, very much pinched in round the waist. Mechlin lace was arranged in a cascade down the front of the bodice. She had on black lace mittens, and a black lace cap surmounted the piled-up masses of her snowy hair. She was knitting, something white and soft and fleecy.
Agatha Christie from "The Tuesday Night Club"
[Victorian dress. photo taken at antique shop owned by my friend Laraine]
sometimes my friend Laraine & I daydream. today was one such day.. a rainy, wet day. where we let our imaginations run wild..our imaginations dancing in the rain..
a cup of tea and conversations.
Laraine started to talk about Skype 'you should get it Robyn. and then we can talk' ..
'nicer than that Laraine' I said. 'we could send each other little handwritten notes'
the idea took on a life of its own & soon we had decided that each day we are going to drop little notes off to each other, into our letterboxes. without the other knowing that it is being done.
hand written on notecards, little gifts and snippets. something to look forward to each day. being silly. having fun.
this afternoon, she dropped off a note to me, full of french ephemera. Peter, her husband, jumped out of their car blowing a posties whistle (another item from their shop), wearing a beret, a satchel over his shoulder, calling 'La Poste, La poste' - delivering an envelope addressed to Madame Robyn Bogart. 19 Rue Mona. Australie.
my first gift to her was a little lavender bag, quickly sewn up from an old linen handkerchief.. with a little note to tell her that it was to remind her of Provence. what can I send her tomorrow? I am thinking a hand written recipe.
honestly, I was laughing so hard.. a silly bit of fun between friends. love it.
do you do silly, frivolous things? do you dance in the rain?