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In my thirties, I had the coolest white overalls from a company in San Francisco called “Esprit de Corp.”.  I wore them and patched them into almost shreds.

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Ahhh wordplay!
Un mariage d’anglais et de français!
En français?  Esprit de corps!
In English?     Body of Spirit!
                                                                                                                                              noun es·prit de corps \i-ˌsprē-də-ˈkȯr\ :: Definition of esprit de corps :: the common spirit existing in the members of a group and inspiring enthusiasm, devotion, and strong regard for the honor of the group.
 
 ( I’ll never quit my start – the – day – dreams . . . )
 
Today, I deliver you “esprit de fleurs” in white overalls . . . to celebrate our common spirit!
                                                                                                                                                     ( . . . and to tell me . . . “work those tri’s a little harder! )                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           w/L

Just one pic!

Hellooooo beautifuls!

This morning, when I opened the door to let The Chocolate Gousse outside . . . she hesitated . . . and . . . looked up at me.

Yes, Gousser . . . rain again.

Ahhhhhh . . .

. . . life in the Pacific Northwest.

So many showers, call for a whimsical way to seek shelter . . .

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Last week, this image whispered . . . “pink parasol”.  

This morning’s showers reminded me of the image.

. . . and set me out on a whim.

I “primed a pink parasol” !  

(Never have I owned a pink umbrella.)

In two days I will hold that parfait pink shelter.

Alexa! Play “Umbrella” by Rihanna!

When the sun shine, we shine together . . .

Told you I’ll be here forever
Said I’ll always be your friend
Took an oath, I’mma stick it out to the end

Now that it’s raining more than ever
Know that we’ll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella

You can stand under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)
Under my umbrella
(Ella, ella, eh, eh, eh)

w/L

Saturday Shelfie! {A Play Flower Shop Day!}

Hellooooooooooooooo Beautifuls!

Mr D. just poured me a cup of coffee.  We are up beyond early. It’s 3:58am as I begin.

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The shelfie image  (above) is from 2013.   The floral scene, featured by Gardenista, calls for “off on the wall” fun.

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“Let’s all just play florist today and leave our computers home!”

What threw me back to 2013, was this post , and it’s image from The Everygirl on Instagram. It had me swooning and once again thinking of  . . .  the always a whim of mine . . . owning and styling a flower and gift shop.  The post, timed perfectly . . . the day before my paper flower making class at Paper Delights.

I had the most wonderful time at the class.

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[“#1 ” . . . it threw me back to high school . . .  with my girlfriends  . . . when we would  gather after school to make hundreds of paper flowers for our special school dances and teas. ]

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Alicia served desert, and a beverage of choice. The experience was creative, colorful and so inspiring for me.  (Well worth the twenty-mile drive to and from after a full day at the clinic.)

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First flowers.

There will be so many more . . .

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. . . as I plan many “Let’s play flower shop and leave the computer alone days on 34!”

3:58am on a Saturday?

Wow!

(Perhaps I am playing “farm girl” too!)

It’s the words!

They couldn’t wait to be cultivated.

w/L

Revenir à . . . French bread on Friday . . .

Bonjour beautifuls!

I am feeling a little frilly silly “poetic” today . . .

( Some days words just want to play. )

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NYMag – Street Style Paris January 2017

I have a little obsession with printed ribbon.

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NYMag – Street Style Paris January 2017.

Particularly ribbon with French words.

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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.

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NYMag – Street Style Paris January 2017.

Grabbed a Chanel.

Caught a wave.

Bon weekend, surfer girls!

w/L

♥ Alexa! Play “Surfer Girl” by Brian Wilson!

To February . . . a Blue Valentine! . . .w/(Love)

Hello B e a u t i f u l s !

On our first anniversary, I embroidered an elephant on the pocket of his chambray shirt.

We were living on a little less than 500.00 a month, (military pay). Acquiring a collection of embroidery floss was budgeted . . . a luxury.

When the shirt no longer fit, it became Chrislyn’s kindergarten paint smock.

It’s been 43 years since I embroidered flowers on my jeans . . .

Landing here . . . directed me back to a drawer . . . and a small box holding  one of my many collections of a lifetime . . . the collection that began near our first anniversary . . . 1974.

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“Bliss And Mischief”

 “You will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”

   ♥ Blue Valentine

(Thinking . . . February has been a lovely month.  Instead of a new life chapter, I believe I am on the inside cover of a fresh new book.)

If you stand on your tiptoes, you will see Spring!

. . . flowers . . . always!

w/ (Love)

Start somewhere . . .

Hello bea . . . u . . . ti . . . fuls!

Happy February one!

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From my Pinterest board “Creating A Timeless Feeling” inspired by Melinda @house214design.


We have lived on 34 for 37 years.

I have too much . . . “a collection of a lifetime”.

Much of it hidden, stashed . . . not utilized.

. . . in the middle of little book by Erin Loechner.  Her story validates some feelings residing in me as I approach a new chapter in my life, enabling me to embrace where I am and where I am going from different perspective. Erin marries Ken, knowing he has a brain tumor (glioma) with a median prognoses of surviving 11.6 to 16.3 years.

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From my Pinterest board “Creating A Timeless Feeling”.

Please do not take this in a negative context . . . but turning 65 this month has me thinking . . . praying more about my mortality.

“Dear God, a 16.7 year survival would be a blessing!”

I have only a certain amount of time to immerse myself in my life’s passions.  There is no time to waste. Each moment in time must have a purpose . . . a productive result.

My simple, imperfect approach to blogging has been a wonderful journey for me.  Like Erin, it started as a diversion for me. (The empty nest . . . a lesser than most encounter with breast cancer.)

It was one year ago, when I moved to WordPress.  My blogging slowed down to a near halt. I kept questioning myself . . . “Were my posts becoming redundant?”  “Is the art of blogging slowing . . . ending?”  “Is this vehicle of expression consuming too much of my time?” “Has 34 lost it’s purpose?”

The answer to “Will I miss my blog friends?” was the easiest answer of all of my questions.

Yes, I will!

“Should I continue this journey?”

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One Sunday morning . . . atop the antique Alabama farm table on 34 . . . when the first light of the day met the candlelight.

Dreams On 34th Street is my journey to becoming an “everyday stylist”, by taking stock, gathering, editing, renewing and rearranging  ” a collection of a lifetime” . . . with an occasional serving of French bread and family.

“She styled her collection of a lifetime with Love!”

Off to address one of my largest, most difficult to edit collections!

My pounds!

Heavy.

w/L