A. Jolie in the Tub
Saturday, July 11, 2009
It's a delightful thing, I discovered, to put on A. Jolie lips and shades and to sit among the purples in the garden. There's allure bound up with that, a silencing glamor.
But oh, goodness, how exhausting, too. How depleting just to appear among the minions and say nothing. So that after a day of sitting all puckery fine (see yesterday's post, if I have you confused), I needed at least two hours in my gardenia tub. My eyes are open, of course they are. I'm looking among the celestial for the stars.
Something I mean to say, to those of you who comment here: My word, you guys are brilliant. I may talk about needing to escape (from myself, I mean, escape from me). But I'm not going anywhere without you.
8 comments:
This whole thing sounds like a great book. Ah, if I were a writer...
Another glorious day today. Maybe you can move your gardenia tub into the backyard.
Enjoy.
Great tub. I've always wanted a claw footed one.
what a neat idea!
I think I'll put a tub in the garden when I grow up :)
I have to ask - really can't help myself - do you really have a mannequin in the yard?
Either way - what fun!!
This reminds me of the place in NBG where the mom watches mimes and comments about all that silence and then shutters.
We want to be known, don't we? We want to be heard. A person can only stand so much incognito, silence, not being understood.
This gardenia bath to melt away that kind of tired: perfection. :)
Sierra —
I am laughing. No. I don't have a mannequin in the back yard. I'm a total neat freak. I have about 300 glads in the back yard, though, blooming brightly.
I took these last few photos in Montreal, at a garden exhibit — garden sculptures was the theme.
Next time you're in Baltimore, we'll go the Paper Moon. A landscape of scenes like these A. Jolie ones!
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