Wednesday, May 30, 2007


Set in a warm, cozy coffee house, with big couches and comfy chairs. Choose a table by the garden or a quiet corner in the back. Scented candles fill the air, creating a serene environment to soak in your favorite Keats poet or catch up with "old friends" (purrrrrrrrr). The gently whir of the cappuccino machine lulls you into a relaxed state, while a classical medley stirs your imagination. Perhaps a delicate pastry is your fancy, or a large cup of steaming tea. As you take a stretch from your cafe latte, visit the garden full of herbs and flowers. Pick a sprig of peppermint for your tea or a bit of fragrant lavender for your lapel.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007


"I've got to do
something about
the way I look!
I mean a girl just
can't go to Sing Sing
with a green face."

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Sunday, May 20, 2007


There is a great company called "Burt's Bees" which makes natural products for your skin, hair and body. From a garden's soap, to baby powder, salves for chapped skin and lip to lavender toothpaste. All of Burt's Bees products use natural products. I recently got a jar of "Almond Milk Beeswax Hand Creme." It smells sinfully wonderful! :) I put it on my knees, elbows and cuticles, knuckles and fingers, decolletage. It works great and smell yummy!!! :)

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

"CARA MIA" - "MON AMOUR" (kiss)

For as long as I can remember I've always believed that roses wrapped in sheet notes were one of the most romantic gestures. I get that same feeling when it rains. Call me a "romantic." I see nothing in a seven course meal, complete with valets and matron's - calamari on one side and escargot on the other. Give me a small cafe with candles and books and I'm satisfied. I remember the time I read Romeo and Juliet, and I thought how could love ever be the same? Why was it that every boy I knew was so dull? I got strange looks when I hinted about how wonderful it would be to slow-dance in the rain. Quiet thoughts of "you would get wet" and "what for?" - was all I really needed to hear, to decide I was not in the right place. I'd dream my little romantic dreams by myself. It's funny how a person comes into your life, isn't it? How he manages to change it all...and you life it! I remember the first time he said I was beautiful. It was thrilling and chilling all in the same emotion. Then to hear it again and again, slowly exchanging personal thoughts, to find them returned with the same effort and enthused. I remember when he said "I love you." How his voice was a little different. I wonder how I sounded when I said it back? Its the little things that matter. The writing "I" on one page of his notebook, then "L" on the next page, then "O" on the next page until it spelt out "I LOVE YOU." To watch him talk. How he'd have that content smile when he'd stare at me. To watch him mumble how tired he was and put his head down into my arms. He gave me a pressed flower, he'd had a year...he announced to me "I have some thing to give you," when he gave it to me. The way he's play with my hands and touch my arms and pull at the skin on my elbows. The way he'd slurp him coffee. All this may bore anybody else. But when you're in love, well its...beautiful.

Monday, May 14, 2007


"Over the woodlands brown and bare,

Over the harvest-fields forsakes,

Silent, and soft, and slow

Descends the snow."

Sunday, May 13, 2007


I truly love meringue! I haven't exactly narrowed it down to what I love so much about it! Perhaps just making it, but I really love breaking off little peaks on the top and popping them in your mouth...oh how they melt! Or maybe the fact that if you should drop an undressed meringue it will shatter into a thousand a fine tea saucer. Oh if only the moon were made of meringue...instead of cheese!