You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jean-Maire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair
You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sasha Distel.
A lady has just walked in and told me my gourds aren't groovy enough for her needs. She followed a man who said this was the weirdest shop he had ever seen. Ever.
There must be a coach party in town.
We are working with a temporary window display, the vestiges of the last 3 all piled into one, cowboys, globes, ladders, and jars of flowers. Christmas seems to be inching it's way into the chain shops. It's always difficult to decide when to start it, too early and people get annoyed, too late and you miss the boat. There is generally somebody who declares their shopping done by September.
and a mug of flowers. We went to the launch party of the Cosy Club last night. They gave me a mug. I love mugs, I want to have our own made, so useful for tea, pencils, and flowers.
I liked the Cosy Club, slightly envious of it's taxidermy collection but i shall return for a fish finger sandwich.
Then later i watched 2 engineers try and fathom how to work a Sky box.
Also, Peter Sarstedt. good moustache inspiration for anybody doing Movember again.
and does anybody make mugs?
Posted by Miss Pickering at 1:43 PM