We flew back home yesterday, a short but periodically bumpy trip over mountains and through patches of unsettled weather. Fortunately for le monsieur, who does not like to fly, the pilot warned us that we'd have some turbulence so he was prepared. When ma soeur and I were little, and flying meant dressing up in our Sunday best dresses with the stiff petticoats, white gloves and patent leather Mary Janes, we loved turbulence and were especially thrilled when the plane would hit an air pocket and suddenly drop. We'd giggle and clap our hands. Our mother was not amused and would light up another cigarette to calm her nerves.
Today it's back to the workaday world. While I'm catching up, go check out this unbelievably gorgeous pair of earrings that Wendy B has designed. (No, these aren't the superfabulous thing I'm saving up for, though when I win the lottery I'll add these to my shopping list. )