I am feeling a little frilly silly “poetic” today . . .
( Some days words just want to play. )
I have a little obsession with printed ribbon.
Particularly ribbon with French words.
Wrapped in finger – figure – eights by me . . . for a purpose . . . what shall be?
For a time when a dream unfurls a creative notion inside of me.
Shall I wrap and weave it through my granddaughter’s silken hair?
Or lace it through the eyes of a blank white canvas to make a prettier pair.
I could tie one on my coffee mug coffee mug to make a morning bright.
Or wrap a parcel of lavender to tuck beneath my pillow tonight.
Find a ribbon.
Tie it on . . . twirl it . . . curl it
. . . or just let it . . . “hang loose”. . .
How is it that my words have moved me from French designer dreams . . . to Hawaii’s surf culture?
( A world class vacation in an instant! )
. . . and some people think blogging is a waste of time.
I LOVE the places my words and your words take me!
The time has come for . . . Off to the shower and the clinic!
They will say “Hey Lynne!”
“How are you doing this morning?”
I will say . . . “TGIF!”
. . . all the while smiling and thinking.
Grabbed a Chanel.
Caught a wave.
Bon weekend, surfer girls!
♥ Alexa! Play “Surfer Girl” by Brian Wilson!