Good evening everyone. Or, Good morning Kris and John. We've had a nice rainy day here. Went to Nate's grandma's house for a few hours. The waves were beautifully ginormous! All went well until Jane decided to not nap and turn into that baby in the Incredibles. Remember Jack Jack? How he turns into a flaming ball of some lead like material and in a fit of rage plummets to the earth? We call her Jane Jane when she gets like that.
I'm reading a book from the library Kris that makes me think of our Rochester days in that little shack of an apartment. The book is called Personality of a House by Emily Post. It's almost like those etiquette books we got such a kick out of. Listen to this: "A front door of lovely design and perfect scale is like a beautiful hand held out in welcome. A hideously untidy door is like a dirty hand that is repellent to touch." It goes on and on.
Right, Nate just brought in ice cream. Must run...
posted by Kareemsa @ 3:30 PM
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LOVE IT!! I used to get such a kick outta those books! . . we had good times in our drafty shack. I'll have to see if we have that book at the State Library here.
Here that would translate to flowers and candles. EVERYONE has fresh flowers and candles in their homes, on tables and in the windows. It is very cozy and inviting.
Buildings come right to the sidewalk's edge in many cases, so the windows function as a place to display one's things. They can be quite beautiful!
Our window's clearly state 'a couple of American Ex-pats live here.' We have bare window shelves . . . I've tried not to accumulate stuff while we're here.
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