|Argyle Gloves from Le Tissier|
Well, recessions and brown cars may come and go, but, I am still in love with the Camargue. It's a classic Rolls Royce that I had set my sights on when I was in my twenties and poor. I had decided in my naivete that some where between earth and heaven there was a land that would support a "liberal" that drove a brown Rolls Royce. Well maybe there isn't, because I am still a liberal; but I don't drive a Rolls Royce.
However, I still covet a Rolls Royce, a Rolls, in that understated suede shade that whispers wild horses, in the nether regions of the south of France. These are not mustangs - horses that are wild - but without "culture". These are the wild horses of that mysterious realm of so much money, that I have to go in cognito and hide away in some neverland or is it netherland?
|Queen of the Earth from Queen Anne's Lace|
Well, my friend was brilliant, but decided not to go on to University. Her father bought her a Jaguar (used & brown) - I think it was really something that he had always wanted himself - and my friend went to work. Well, didn't she end up marrying the mechanic who looked after her Jag. They both moved to Nova Scotia and the rest is history! There is something to be said for vintage brown cars.
|Country Silk in Pumpkin|
Dinner - It has to be cassoulet. My husband found a recipe for a variation of Cassoulet in a Sobey's flyer and it has become our escape to the south of France for an hour or so over dinner!. Here it is.
The pictures? Knitting escapes in brown!