I'm always preaching how important it is to take care of ourselves, particularly being a member of a profession that tends to always be taking care of others! My students and workshop participants hear it continuously. So, I'm about to practice what I preach. In the midst of some very stressful times, I'm taking care of me. I'm giving myself the gift of something I've been talking about doing for years...I'm giving myself the gift of a day alone, on my own in Paris. It's taken me long enough, huh? What do you do to take care of yourself?
I love French Stamps. As I've written before, I often put extras on my mail to family and friends to the states because everyone else enjoys them so much too. The set of chocolate bar stamps that actually smelled like chocolate was a real favorite.
Both the Cahors and Figeac Post Offices have been renovated to the point that they are huge, open, and a little more difficult to maneuver. I had stayed close to home in Cajarc, but I bit the bullet in Figeac the other day and was glad I did. Standing around looking like a lost dummy paid off.
This very young, tall, dark, and handsome post person with those eyelashes to die for; came out and "Madamed" me. I asked if I could get stamps and in no time, he was back behind the counter. I told him of my love of French stamps and how all my friends and family in the states love them too. "Do you have any pretty stamps for the US?" Et, voila. Look at those Paris beauties. I still wanted 10 of my usuals and planned to use the Paris one as the extras. He explained that both are good to the states. I explained that I knew, but "Je suis une peu bizarre et folle." (I am a little bizarre and crazy!) He smiled and those beautiful eyes sparkled, as I walked out the door.
You can bet there'll be more trips to the Figeac post office in my future. Maybe it's time for me to re-order some of these beautiful French stamps with my favorite photo on them, that Jane gave me for my birthday one year! Hmmm, another item to add to my list!
...for a ceramic coffee filter holder since mine crashed upon arrival; I hit the jackpot at the Cajarc Pottery Market this morning. Jane and I wandered around a bit. I could have gone crazy there if I'd had unlimited funds, but I was on a mission. The minute I saw these donkeys, I was in love. And then Jane said: "Laury, isn't this what you're looking for?" Et, voila. I now have my very own sweet little donkey coffee filter holder, and...I couldn't resist these cute little cups. This artisan had so much to pick from. He'd come from the north quite a long distance to participate here. You can find him at: poterieflora.canalblog.com
I have a feeling there will be more donkeys in my kitchen future during next year's return. Happy Saturday to All!
...beside the Lot River and catching up with my friend Marina. I was a dangling my feet girl yesterday, but Marina...she just walked right in with her rubber soled shoes. Next time, I'll be ready.
And yes, this is all at my finger tips right in front of the Chatette! Who needs a swimming pool? I have a swimming hole with character! Happy Friday!
My beautiful wall clock that Kat and Tom gave me as a Chatette-warming gift bit the dust over a month ago. I've been looking everywhere for a new one, but it seemed that I was always in the right place at the wrong time or the wrong place at the right time. When we went to Degagnac to visit Clare, I finally had some luck...and, for only 8 euros.
Look closely at the clock. Do you know your Roman Numerals? I do, but obviously didn't pay very close attention in the midst of my "clock excitement". Evelyn pointed out the "IIII" that should have been and "IV" to be correct. It made me chuckle. I didn't notice it. We did look to see if the rest were correct! I must admit, it wouldn't have been a deal breaker for me. Details...details, Laury!
Sometimes she peeks in on Sam and I. Other times, she just jumps in with both feet. We miss her at every turn. For all the pondering while we were in the states, I still haven't quite decided what I'm going to do with her ashes. It will come. It has to. We've only got six weeks left.