Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Blue mosaic

We're very busy trying to dig out from under snow & piles of paper. This fabulous blue typewriter collage is by Yvonne Stehle (she also has an etsy shop, moline) & we thank her for her permission to use it.

a ciao-hurried-meow,
GG's editor

Monday, March 2, 2009

Tagged: Seven Random Things...

Lovely Tina of The English Muse has tagged GG's editor for this...& of course she also tagged others that we would. So we may do that later. For the record they are: automatism, A Cup of Jo, The Clever Pup has already done hers, Hidden in France, Small Expectations, oh everyone on the right side of this site (except the White House blog:) baci, bisou, xo

We (must continue with this conceit, sorry)...

1. ...have never had a driver's license
2. ...have been newspaper & magazine crazy since very, very young
3.....wear our maternal grandfather's Liberty of London paisley silk scarf from WWII-era London
4.....gluestick all ticket stubs, fortune cookie slips, other effluvia into daily agenda book. 15+ years of them.
5.....keep fairy lights up around apartment's large picture window
6.....carry an old French centime in our coin purse...given for good luck by stranger in North Africa
7.....write drafts long-hand with a fountain pen

Random collage of personal scanned photos on desk waiting to be used for something, except for the Olivetti Lettera 22 (which we had but no longer, alas) & that is by Peter Lindberg.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Scarf Chic, la première partie


A little fashion relief for a messy world.

GG's editor is just sick at the nastiness she's hearing from the non-illustrious Rudi G. on a podium tonight. Take it from GG Central: don't listen to hate. Hate makes people into complete idiots.

The scarf at top is from Paris & was a gift to GG's editor from a friend's great aunt; she bought it herself in Paris in the late 1940s. GG's editor wore it several times a week with her jeans & one of about three sweaters when she was a student in Strasbourg. (Everyone wore jeans, mostly.) Sometimes, she wore it atop her head as she pedalled home near the Rhine--past flocks of really angry geese. Flying on her vélo, sometimes one or both ballerinas (shoes, not dancers:) also went flying. (It was Strasbourg, so she didn't blame those geese a bit for their peevishness, perhaps knowing their gruesome fate.)

Bonne nuit, bisou, baci, xoxo, GG

PS: Dreams of Hermes....pourquoi pas? Just one?!