I keep coming back to your pink Dutch cottage, Pink Frenchie. The color seems a bit of . . . whimsy.
I'm imagining the woman who lives there. Is she eating pink truffles, knitting pink sweaters and having picnics in the forest on pillow-topped treetrunk/toadstools?
I LOVE your characterization of the lady who lives in that cottage: I bet she is out in the forest right now, frolicking with a fluffy dog and eating some strawberry gelato that was no doubt made by gnomes. :)
Like Amélie Poulain, my life is all about the littlest pleasures: the freshest, pinkest raspberries; the deep blue of a Vermeer painting; the perfect crispness of a glass of Prosecco; the divine simplicity of an afternoon at the beach; the heavenly scent of a vanilla bean. Here I blog to celebrate the good life, la dolce vita, la belle vie. Cherish life's petits plaisirs and enrich your daily existence.
You should know that I take liberties with grammar, punctuation, & diction. Do not fear! I assure you I've been educated about the woes of abundant comma usage or the impropriety of ending a sentence with a preposition. Here, as this is not my dissertation, I write as I talk. I also make up words on occasion.
"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway
I keep coming back to your pink Dutch cottage, Pink Frenchie. The color seems a bit of . . . whimsy.
ReplyDeleteI'm imagining the woman who lives there. Is she eating pink truffles, knitting pink sweaters and having picnics in the forest on pillow-topped treetrunk/toadstools?
I love the storybook element of this post!
I LOVE your characterization of the lady who lives in that cottage: I bet she is out in the forest right now, frolicking with a fluffy dog and eating some strawberry gelato that was no doubt made by gnomes. :)
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