Sunday

It's another warm, shiny day. I have a bouquet of cosmos, zinnia and dahlia in a vase on the coffee table, and a bunch of zinnia, a rose and a big fat french marigold on the side table next to the couch. Sounds lovely doesn't it. Now if one could only see them through the glut of moving debris.

Above is my second purchase from yesterday's Truro Treasures outing. Sweet! And this is why I'm surrounded by boxes. I read in a Home guide in the newspaper today that the trick to decorating was to keep things simple. In my head, I foresee simplicity. In my heart, there's going to be crap all over the place. I'm just moving my crap from one place to another. BUT there will be more places to hide my crap, and that is the beauty of my ever-evolving plot.

This afternoon I went back to the Truro Treasures flea market, not for me, but for friends from NM. I didn't expect or want to see anything I'd buy but I found this perfect, lovely painted framed, oval mirror. It's not old, but it does a darn good job of looking old. I thought, how Swedish and bought it! Not only that, I can't take the antique mirror from our bedroom. Well, I could but I'm being nice.

Another good day: tour of my new house, flea market, Thai food. End of the evening and as my friend Carolyn is driving me home, her friend Joe runs out with a bag of white and milk chocolate cookies. And they had nuts in them. And they were the size of plates but thin and chewy. And she shared! Sometimes we get pretty lucky.