those are words that floated around me today.
simply floated. and made me smile.
and it was as though i was whispering these words to someone,
knowing that although he might not hear.
there's this constant glow of hope
that he just might feel those words. those thoughts.
and even if he doesn't know why,
that he just might catch himself smiling,
feeling something floating around him too.
got up rather tired this morning.
after a late night with the girls on friday night.
spent the day at the office,
trying to take steps forward with the catalogue.
it's close to insanity that i'm taking holidays so close before deadline
but it's something that needs to be done,
and i really need this holiday.
and just time spent with mom. with dad.
and just time spent back home.
but we had a good day and although somedays,
the work can't be measured or seen,
we managed to move forward.
small steps at times are big steps.
i didn't leave the office until maybe around six
drove off to pick up my rocking chair.
yes, i got myself a rocking chair.
something i've wanted for the bedroom for a while now.
a nice. white. old. rocking chair.
and the plan was that i was going to get back in time
to quickly sneak into ikea.
needing to stock up on my candles
and all those other little things,
as well as the shelves for behind the bed.
i swear, am i the only one that can go into ikea
and pick up candles for over fifty euro?
something i do every couple of months.
me. and my candles.
i have a whole cupboard just for me and my candles.
anyhow, i didn't make it in time.
needless to say.
i thought they were open until ten o'clock
but that wasn't the case.
so onward. homeward.
with a quick stop at the grocery store
that thankfully, was still open.
it's rare here in germany that a store is open that late.
and i can't tell you how glad i am,
that it's also a store, right across the street from me.
convience. convience. absolute convience.
so we'll have to save ikea for another night,
hopefully later this week.
if somehow time will allow.
so after getting home,
and getting my flowers finally put in vases,
and throwing in a bit of laundry
(these days, i feel like i've done everything and anything
other than win the housekeeper of the year award.
oh god. i swear one day i want a cleaning lady!)
i just wanted to pour myself a glass of wine
and pour water into the bath
and slip myself away.
but elisabeth called and we spent over an hour on the phone.
when they talk.
and trust me, there's always much to say.
i don't think the men really get it. these conversations we women can have.
elisabeth is away doing a market this weekend
and i maybe should have driven down to see her tonight
as i was almost already in that neck of the woods.
but considering i need to be up early in the morning,
i just reckoned it would be better to drive home.
and she was in her hotel room, drinking a glass of wine.
so that probably explains,
how and what our conversation was like.
oh the silliness. the sweet sweet silliness.
other sweet things of the past few days?
thursday night was ludwigsburg.
went to charlotte roche's last reading
of her ever so disputable and for many,
which i believe is just being translated into english.
for those with a vivid imagination.
yes. disputable. but i like to think,
taken with a touch of vulgar humour.
i won't say anything more.
anyhow. i wanted to go to the reading in karlsruhe back in april,
but that was sold out right away.
one of my girls at the office said she got tickets for ludwigsburg
so we decided to go together.
and it was all worth the while.
and other good news was all the little omondieu! stirrings.
a wonderful email from ruth in munich
and a wonderful phone call from regine.
one of her customer's bought a hüftgold shirt,
and as the saying goes,
she told a friend who told a friend who told a friend...
and now there's another store asking for the shirts,
with a whole order for the hüftgold
and asking which other shirts there are to be had
alongside the secret garden rings.
i can put a nice order together right away.
i can't believe what it is about this shirt.
but i think that it's wonderful,
that so many women are having fun with that word,
and with that statement.
and yes, it makes me giggle. it makes me smile.
i just have to find and make the time
to put the rest of it together again.
but these next days
and these next weeks,
time is going to be a rarity.
but such is life. c'est la vie.
and we'll figure it out somehow.
isn't that the magic of things,
how everything always does
simply fall into place?
(also one of those things
that long telephone conversations were all about...
because damn there's been some magic happening these days.)
but for now,
i think i just have to get myself off to bed.
up early in the morning
first for breakfast with isabelle
then off to the salon for a photo session with her girls
and then a photo session for a project
with a few of her clients as well.
and it's been a while since i've done assignments like that
but i'm excited about it. hoping i can capture it,
capture and ignite the beauty in each and every one.
and then depending on how time will go,
i'll see if i can make it out to patti's.
coffee with patti. i miss my coffees with patti.
and sunday evening is dinner with gwen.
her birthday dinner. and just the two of us.
i know she won't read this until maybe later,
so i can say it now.
but all that this wonderful girl is getting,
is a good bottle of wine,
some sundried tomatoes,
and an array of lemon pepper, truffel and barolo tagliatelle
that i picked up at the market.
i've added a sprig of rosemary and oregano from the garden.
and packed it in a picnic box.
and that's just what this gift is supposed to say,
the promise of a spring weekend in italy.
just a short trip. a small trip.
lago di como this time. or maybe lago maggiore again.
gwen and i like to do that. just every now and then.
and of course,
come spring, i'll need another white oleander. and an olive tree.
and those are the things,
that i like to always bring back with me.
it's the little stories that can be told.
and as we know,
everything has its story. everything has its reason.
and it's also these stories, these reasons,
that gwen too, always understands.
and in her stride, takes as a part of me.
happy birthday my dear girl.
and thank you for always being there.
for being a part of me.
but for now,
this little girl has got to find her way to bed.
i think that today,
it was simply about that. it was simply about promises.
those that we speak. and those that we keep.
and those that live in hope...