Have you forgotten the Count
and midnight on the terrace?
The Count … with his little house in Cap Ferret.
Do you remember
It was raining?
We found a little bar.
Sipped champagne.
Thelonious Monk echoed our heart beat.
Early morning.
We walked along the river.
Why didn’t you say “yes” to The Count
with his little house in Cap Ferret?
I couldn’t.
My compass didn’t point true north.
(Dress # 3 in the continuing salute to Mad Men)
That compass sure needs to point ‘true north’..! Otherwise it ends up going ‘south’…
Yes indeed Carolyn one has to be careful about “going south” in relationships. Virginia
What a romantic story you have told with words and photos! I love the deep rich colors that hint of what was and what might have been. Bravo!
The interesting thing is all of the story is true – it just didn’t happen in quite that order. Nothing like rewriting one’s life. Virginia
I agree, Virginia, beautiful romance weaves through your words, just lovely! xoxox
Every woman should have a Count in their life, Lauren. Probably not a good idea to marry them, though. V.
A great post in a fun series!
Thank you Virginia, – Resa
Those dresses were so happy to have their day in the sun, Resa. They’ve been packed away in the back of the wardrobe. I haven’t forgotten them – but as I said to the little darlings – I just can’t fit into you anymore – but I still love you. XX OO Virginia
I’m so glad you freed them and shared them!
XXOO Resa
I’m late again to the party, Virginia! I am loving, loving your series–this nod to your “little darlings.” Gosh, your last shot is such a beauty. Very haunting! I keep scrolling up and down the post. All the colors in the shots work work so well together. I am digging the blues and yellows, along with your words. Got teary, I admit. You see, I fell in love with my husband in Paris. Years ago, he proposed by the Henri IV statue (le Square du Vert-Galant at the tip of the Île de la Cité) on a very cold New Years Eve, after sipping Champagne. I said YES. Thanks for inspiring memories! T. (I thought he was going to present chocolate!)
Yes … she said yes … I will … yes! In the secret garden – the charger and king loomed over them. She said YES.
I just spotted today’x post. Wow. I will return with words tomorrow. Wow. You took my breath away. Such memories! Henri and my husband are lookers! Big hugs, T.
If Heni could talk. What tales he would tell. Stories of long ago loves and romances right under his royal nose. XXOO V.
Dearest Virginia!!!!!!!!!!!! Gasp! Heart a Patter…..Palms Moist….oh what a magnificant story this is! I agree so with Theodora, I keep scrolling up and down and rereading the words, imagining the evening , I could hear the raindrops on the paving stones and feel the dampness of the air in my hair. The dress is so very beautiful and the photos and words are breathtaking. I have fallen into your words and walked in the shadows behind you. Marvelous, marvelous, marvelous!
Sometimes Tin Man – it is not what you say but what you leave out. I spun the words and left the spaces. Room for one to enter and continue the story – their story. The Good Husband is my compass. He is true north. XxOO V.
just found your blog and had a quick check, fabulous posts…and dresses, I love Mad Men…must follow and check it out some more.
Welcome to my world Joan. Enjoy! Virginia