403. If I want to be surrounded in a bubble of love and I want everyone else to have his and her own bubble of love then how would we configure ourselves to make all this possible
June 3rd, 2011 § 19 Comments
My oldest and best childhood friend, Harry and his girlfriend Janice (now fiancée after a late night Eiffel tower proposal!) were in Paris last weekend. It was so great to see them and show them the little bit of Paris that I know, which includes a fair amount of boozing, eating, dreaming, and walking. My friend Harry (who happens to be an awesome photographer and exposed what a fraud I am when it comes to photography) took this photo when we were hanging out in the 18th arondissement. It was nearly eight pm, and sunny as an egg.
I had plans to keep to myself this weekend, but now it looks like I’m headed west tomorrow to spend a few days in a village in a region known for their goats. Today a man in Parc des Buttes Chaumont swore he knew me from somewhere and then I ran away like the mouse Michael and I tried to set free in the middle of the night when we lived in Iowa City, except I wasn’t crapping uncontrollably like the mouse was, and then, moments later, I ran into the same man, and he told me he was a poet and a professor, and I told him I was a poet and a sometimes professor.
There’s something witchy about the apartment in Paris where I’m staying. Two months ago, I lost my pink journal in this apartment, and a week ago, I lost an old pair of ballet flats, and today, I realized I lost my camera bag and the battery and film inside it. At least, I didn’t lose my memory stick with all of the poetry I wrote this year and other precious things that would only become more precious if they were to disappear.
I have to go now, but I won’t disappear, I promise.
Love,
Jenny
maybe your Parisian apartment is haunted :-/
I think it is… my friend Pearl felt this space was hallowed when she was here.
beautiful pic, jenny. that dress (it is a dress, right?) looks great on you.
Yes, it is a dress! White lace so delicate is bound to be ruined by me sooner or later, though. Thank you.
So sorry you’ve lost so many things, but I’m glad those things didn’t include anything too valuable. You look radiant and so happy in this dress and photo Jenny! I see you’ve managed to score the Swedish Hasbeens x H&M shoes! I have a pair from that collection too! We should wear them together in September!
PS. Thanks for the sweetest comment on my weight loss post Jenny. <3 I miss you terribly!
Hi love, I’d love to walk around NY with you in our Swedish Hasbeens. I have a bad feeling that I won’t be around in NY in September, but I hope hope hope to see you at some point soon, darling.
<3
In response to the post title–suds!
I like the way you manipulate your brain, Terri!
You look lovely in that dress! If my thighs were a bit thinner and my wedding slightly more casual, I would totally have worn something like that as my wedding dress! Maybe your apartment has a magic floorboard underneath which all of those missing things are?
Catherine, you could rock this dress no problem. The other day my friend found someone else’s panties in his spin cycle, and though that was just a small occurrence, I wonder if cross-travels of that sort have brought my things into someone else’s possession.
Love the dress! And I love how Paris never gets dark.
It’s amazing how long it stays bright out! Tomorrow is Fête de la Musique and though I don’t always love public spectacles and I don’t always want to be surrounded by performance, I imagine it will be nice to spend the longest day of the year in Paris. <3
You look really good here! The apartment does seem kinda sketch. Can’t till your next post!
Thank you, Joy! I’m very slow at posting these days because I keep feeling like I can’t justify spending my days inside writing these long posts (it would help if I could be more succinct and fast when I write.) But you’re very sweet to leave me such an encouraging comment!
In the Philippines, we would worry that your apartment has a malevolent dwarf. But fortunately, you are in Paris. I will pretend it’s that adorable rat from Ratatouille.
You look great and I’m so happy to hear that you’re doing well in beautiful Paris. You’re living my dream, Jenny! Le sigh!
Hi Melissa! I was just thinking about how attracted I am to cultures that are kind of matter of fact about how they believe in supernatural creatures and spirits and phantoms, and also I should tell you that I love your blog and follow when I have an internet-hot-second. <3
Adorable picture! I love your shoes and your haunted apartment.
♥
Camila Faria
I think it is haunted! Just now the windows opened and I felt the rush of phantom spirits spinning around me. I’m also sleep-deprived, though.
Interesting– hope the lost items are recovered! And I too want to be surrounded by a bubble of love. Preferably of the Parisian variety which, in my mind, should taste like Laduree maracons when I choose to lick said bubble.
I do like your bubble of a blog, though, I must say. <3