I know…. I am a bad person.
Actually, it was the dog. I am blaming it on the dog. Sophie the great hairy beast was a book eating canine. Among other things she liked just as well as library books were linoleum flooring, shoes and ginch, gonch, underpants or whatever you want to call them. All of them. All of them in great amounts.
This is where I apologize for t.m.i. :0 Sorry.
Being young and without piles of money I had ( at the time) no choice but to make the wrong ‘ish’ choice and I just kept them or whatever was left of them. I am now wiser and older but sadly and not unexpectedly my book karma bit me on the butt. Once I had my own children, yes you guessed it, I could not get a library card because I owed a small mortgage to the library Gods. Try explaining that one to your kids. “umm kids, Mommy is a bad lady and never returned her library books so you can not take books out of the library either now” No way, they have enough ammunition on me already ! Remember, there is a lesson to be learnt here.
Dogs and books don’t mix. Er…..
Yup, ok. Be responsible and buck up. I know that now, but back then I wouldn’t have been able to have fun and drink 60 dollars worth of tequila and grapefruits on the weekends and have the liquid courage to pick up the DJ at the night club. Right?
What does this story have to do with these pictures you ask?
Sophie the pirhrana dog nibbled a book that inspired my love of chairs , especially the ones that so elegantly sit in the Jardin des Tuileries in Paris. The Luxembourg chairs.
I still have it in all its desecrated glory too. Simply “Chairs” is her name.
It is a gorgeous picture book featuring the lovely green chairs. What makes the book special is the snippets of conversation or mindful thoughts floating in the air after the people left. The people who had perhaps lazed away hours or even mere minutes in the park alone or with a friend or even perhaps a stranger.
Now every time I see a beautiful chair I think of these things. Who sat here? Were important decisions or exciting plans made here? Was there happiness here? Sadness?
In the end, it is Paris and that is enough. Just to sit here in Paris is everything.
That book was the inspiration for these photos I took in 2012 while travelling in beautiful Paris.
If I could sit anywhere right this moment it would be there. In a green chair in the Jardin des Tuileries with a nice coffee….. ahhhh….. and worry about when “payback time” is coming for me in regards to my three teenagers. Scratch the java, make that a big glass of wine. 😀
Where would you sit? With anyone in particular or alone? What would you be thinking?