I'm a little bit sick. A touch of sore throat and an irritating cough. The kind where you can really do much of whatever you want anyway. But I decided to indulge myself and be sick like a Victorian. I think of Mrs. Wilcox feeling unwell in her library (I guess it is) where she entertains Margaret Schlegel, and tells her about Howard's End. The rooms are dark, and filled with treasures. Tables tucked in close. I want some of that for my headache.
I'm almost always ready to take a fanciful journey into a book or movie. But when you're under the weather, it's like having a license to drive full speed ahead into your reveries.
I wonder if you've noticed my penchant for tapestries. I love them draped over tables, desks, and pianos. They are like a little mystery peeking through the corners of your decor.
I like laying one under the bills, or correspondence, or any kind of "busy work." It insulates and stimulates, and is great for armchair travel. Or feeling a little off.
This one depicts the turn of the last century in Paris, with its recent automations and modes of travel. A satisfying scene to place your laptop on in the twenty-first century!
The wonderful details make it easy to venture out into its woven world. . . .
I hope you're enjoying wherever your day takes you!
Ciao! for now!