Madly in Parisienne

  • June 24, 2020, 8:18 p.m.
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Writing is holding me together these past few days. I spend hours typing with a cup of tea & some beautiful music to inspire me. Today, I became lost within the words that I forget to eat. I am enjoying a little bit of brie that my husband adores. I feel like a Victorian woman, locked in a dark room, scribbling madly in a leather-bound notebook. My notebook is a laptop of course, but the feeling persists.

I found beautiful vintage jewelry in the cutest online shop. Surprisingly, the prices were not too high. They could be charging far more than they are. I wanted to buy the entire inventory. I settled on a pendant.

This evening is devoted to quiet.


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