.....the postman knew i needed something special to get me through the morning....
.....he knew it had to be something in a brown box preferably marked 'amazon'....
.....he knew it had to arrive before i dived into the tin of scottish pancakes a special friend had made me to have with my 'after school drop off' cup o' tea.....
....& he came through for moi!
here it is, my waited for, & to be very loved book, 'French General Home Sewn'.....
"une vie creative commence a la maison"...........a creative life begins at home.........
there is a little house in the beautiful village of cabrespine that my parents shared with us last summer...& i can almost hear it calling my name....i really can.........
