I'll be back in a spell

Boy and girl gazing at the moon by Norman Rockwell

I've gone off for a moment and will be back Wednesday.

My love my care,

Simone

On what it means

Little girls with devotion to passion holds for me a place of deep sentiment.

The Audition by Daniel Gerhartz

I have always been fascinated by the life of others and looking at this painting is for me a bit of an obsession. I wonder what is going through her mind. Is it the hours of practice that has brought her to this place or is it the promise of a dream fulfilled?

My love my care,

Simone

The Sisters by Abbott Handerson Thayer

Every time I see this painting I’m remained how much I really do love my sister.

She is fifteen years younger than I and I still reach of her hands when we cross the street. I drive her mad always trying to offer solutions to her every worry and I beam with pride every time she sing along to anything from the seventies for I know she got that due to my influence. She keeps me sane. I genuinely enjoy her company. I love that she is brilliant- like science smart and people smart too- even if next to her I read as unremarkable.

Abbott Handerson Thayer's The Sisters

We have most all in common and somehow we read as ice and steam. We each have strong opinions about everything and as a result row often but we laugh a hell of lot more. Talking to her after an awful day allows me sleep. I don’t just love my sister she is necessary for my happiness and without her I would be no more that a masterpiece lit by a match.

My love my care,

Simone

March Madness in August

Five dear friends cram into an automobile at a most ungodly hour and on a work day no less, in hope of getting designer shoes for pennies. There was sheer elation and girlish squeals at the prospect of getting a pair of Louboutin, Choo, Blahnin or Balenciaga for a faction of the regular price. So much so it did not occur to any of us that hundreds of other women and their dearest girlfriends would have heard of the sale and like us would have rouse with the sun to piss away a small fortune.

The Ship of Fools by Hieronymus Bosch

Now just you imagine it, a horde of female all without their morning coffee or make-up hopped up on the prospect of getting brand name gear for up to seventy percent off retail. We laugh now but there in those desperate hours all anyone saw or care to see was the red at the sole of that most coveted instrument of madness.

A lovely day to you all,

Simone

With pen in the garden

It is already Mid-August, but I do not despair for it has been a lovely summer thus far.

Charles Gleyre's Le Coucher de Sapho

Forget-me-not

Hard won confidence is in the presence of unrequited love subject to questions and demons long believed conquered. Turning the mirror that asset of beauty into no more than a faithless Judas, which shows awful truths by unfeeling light. Then it is seldom noted for one has long sat shivah for the bits that died pursuing a futile end and still that girl, the foolish hopeful one that lives deep in your heart holds dear the idea. That no one but he will do.

All my love,

Simone

I can't believe we were ever so young...

It had been a brilliant summer the year I turned twenty and this painting puts me in mind of it.

House At Rueil by Édouard Manet

And even in that I had been practical

On your face I see the mark of time that passed too quickly
There in lines of anguish and bliss
Along eyes and smiling lips
With shaking hands I reach out hoping to erase the sorrow and you bury your face in my palm
Pressing your lips and forehead with tendre against my touch before taking hold my hand to sink your teeth in my flesh
You’ve left a wound but it like pain is soon dulled and all that remains is the memory of the warmth of your face against my hand.

My love my care,

Simone

I've been delighting in William Mason Brown's painting

His work makes me want to walk barefoot in the orchard of his nostalgia.

Here his Fruits of Summer

I beg you eat me now I’m ripe if only to save me maturing to decay

 Sink your teeth in the tendre rouge flesh set in place by my season in the sun

Delight in my juice and consume with glut my full offering

Then with thought I pray you lay my core in fertile soil so I may be resurrected with full knowledge of thy

appetite

And his Still Life with Peaches and Marble Vase

My love my care,

Simone

Four More of the 100 Women that Inspire Me

The Peer from her I learned to feed my soul, eat often with friends, family and those you value. Her cookbook "Miss Dahl's Voluptuous Delights" is a feast for the senses and is ripe with lovely recipes.

Sophie Dahl

The Ideal because of her I've embraced my appetite for one can't but revel in life’s bounty with her as role-model. Set the table and take care to present it well. Her cookbook "Feast" encourages one to taste everything and I flip through its pages often for inspiration.

Nigella Lawson

The Apostle thought me that I too can bake well with confidence. To her and her cookbook the Cake Bible I owe a tremendous death of gratitude. This I learned from her and pass on to you: Baking is a science so every baker should invest in a scale for the correct measurement is key to the perfect cake.

Rose Levy Beranbaum

The Joy with her I think all is possible in the kitchen. Drink the wine and share a laugh. Her cookbook Very Simple Food is truly stunning but more than that it is foolproof. Oh and she is the Times Cook in London, so like the best job in the world.  

Jill Dupleix

The Sheer Joy of simple food

The Bounties of Nature's William Mason Brown

My love my care,

Simone

A strong desire

Today all I want is for you to be happy.

Pál Szinyei Merse's Lark

I’m fanciful to the point of madness and often wonder if it serves me well and on days when I’m unable to write I would gladly give up all my little silliness so I may be at peace only that would make me someone else entirely... wouldn’t it?

Also, if I haven’t written anything worthy in over a month am I still able to call myself an author?

Though I can hardly complain with the lovely days of brilliant sunshine and I swear I'm in bloom. I laugh more, cook more, eat a ton and gain little to no weight what with me running here and there trying to fit it all in before cooler climate demand more serious pursuits.

I do hope you are all having a wonderful summer.

All my love and care,

Simone

The Romantic Hero

These poor gentlemen are meant to be loyal, strong and perfect but not too much so why it is enough to drive an author out her mind.

The Return Of The Prodigal Son by Pompeo Batoni

An oxymoron

A dark and brooding charmer

Who is a sensitive alpha male

Is passionate and compassionate

A fierce competitor, good sport’s man and is also selfless

Warm, strong and flawed but not so much so

Who saves orphans from burning building, overcome hardship and personal demands with sheer willpower

He is called something tragic like Darcy, Romeo or Heathcliff

The 7th Earl of Northampton by Pompeo Batoni

My love my care,

Simone