friends, near and far
Dear readers, I have returned from my eventful evening in town.
I have conquered and shopped and purchased from AllSaints.
I have supped with bloggers - and an especially interesting LURKER.
I have smiled to myself all the way home on the train and I have, just now, returned from the beach and have that wonderful post-beach relaxation setting in.
Where to start!
AllSaints is an extraordinary place. Unbelievable...
400 antique Singer sewing machines.
FOUR HUNDRED.
Spools, too...
It was crazy crowded but I had plenty of time.
It was very difficult it assess garments on their hangers, but I had patience.
An excellent dress. Completely transparent.
I was quite tempted by this, um, blue thing -
long tee shirt? Dress? Difficult to say. And more difficult to wear. To the office?
Transparent.
But then mine eyes did spy the rows of boots - and lo, it was even more difficult.
Fear not!
I chose!
Deliciously soft leather. Fabulous diagonal zipper. Very AllSaints Post Apocalyptic.
And then - as one simply must have something that speaks of AllSaints Post Apocalypticness...
this divine twisted-seamed, loose ties, not a real color, asymmetric cardigan thing.
Which, I will add, is completely transparent. And gorgeous.
Off I went to meet E(leanor), E(urolush) and EL's sister, B.
They traipsed out of a taxi, I met them on the sidewalk and we took each other in.
It was a moment, dear friends.
To see these women IRL? A moment.
Ah, and the sister? The LOVELIEST addition to the party. A LURKER.
Yes. A LONG-TIME LURKER.
(no, she does NOT have crazy eyes, it's the cropping) I should OUT her! I should tell you exactly who she IS and where she LIVES - oh, I should. But I'm too nice - erm, SHE'S too nice! Funny too. Hysterical, even.
(EL, apparently explaining)
I think we ate and drank.
I remember Sancerre (a favorite of mine).
(cropped, out of focus shot of EL EXPLAINING SOMETHING ELSE)
Mostly we did a lot of talking and laughing.
There is no way to describe the thrill of being with bloggers one hasn't met before - one knows them but doesn't.
At one point the conversation degraded to confessions. You can imagine: I've never written about this but we...or: I've always found it hard to write about...this theme turned to real confessions (but not so) I've got a glass eye. I don't really live in Germany. I'm a man. We have a fourth child. It became difficult to breathe for the laughter.
Outside, after dinner, I managed to spin them all round and get them completely lost. Block after block, with them following and me acting as the Leader Of The Expedition, as we observed all kinds of people and walked in the cool darkness. Finally, I gave up and we took a cab.
We walked E to her apartment, EL and B walked me to the train and I'm quite sure we all had aching cheeks from smiling so hard.
Also, I had a small gelato at the station. (I had to wait 25 minutes for my train.)
So. There you are. I know you've been waiting.
It was extraordinary. From boots and experiencing a wonderful new store to meeting three terrific women.
I have conquered and shopped and purchased from AllSaints.
I have supped with bloggers - and an especially interesting LURKER.
I have smiled to myself all the way home on the train and I have, just now, returned from the beach and have that wonderful post-beach relaxation setting in.
Where to start!
AllSaints is an extraordinary place. Unbelievable...
400 antique Singer sewing machines.
FOUR HUNDRED.
Spools, too...
It was crazy crowded but I had plenty of time.
It was very difficult it assess garments on their hangers, but I had patience.
An excellent dress. Completely transparent.
I was quite tempted by this, um, blue thing -
long tee shirt? Dress? Difficult to say. And more difficult to wear. To the office?
Transparent.
But then mine eyes did spy the rows of boots - and lo, it was even more difficult.
Fear not!
I chose!
Deliciously soft leather. Fabulous diagonal zipper. Very AllSaints Post Apocalyptic.
And then - as one simply must have something that speaks of AllSaints Post Apocalypticness...
this divine twisted-seamed, loose ties, not a real color, asymmetric cardigan thing.
Which, I will add, is completely transparent. And gorgeous.
Off I went to meet E(leanor), E(urolush) and EL's sister, B.
They traipsed out of a taxi, I met them on the sidewalk and we took each other in.
It was a moment, dear friends.
To see these women IRL? A moment.
Ah, and the sister? The LOVELIEST addition to the party. A LURKER.
Yes. A LONG-TIME LURKER.
(no, she does NOT have crazy eyes, it's the cropping) I should OUT her! I should tell you exactly who she IS and where she LIVES - oh, I should. But I'm too nice - erm, SHE'S too nice! Funny too. Hysterical, even.
(EL, apparently explaining)
I think we ate and drank.
I remember Sancerre (a favorite of mine).
(cropped, out of focus shot of EL EXPLAINING SOMETHING ELSE)
Mostly we did a lot of talking and laughing.
There is no way to describe the thrill of being with bloggers one hasn't met before - one knows them but doesn't.
At one point the conversation degraded to confessions. You can imagine: I've never written about this but we...or: I've always found it hard to write about...this theme turned to real confessions (but not so) I've got a glass eye. I don't really live in Germany. I'm a man. We have a fourth child. It became difficult to breathe for the laughter.
Outside, after dinner, I managed to spin them all round and get them completely lost. Block after block, with them following and me acting as the Leader Of The Expedition, as we observed all kinds of people and walked in the cool darkness. Finally, I gave up and we took a cab.
We walked E to her apartment, EL and B walked me to the train and I'm quite sure we all had aching cheeks from smiling so hard.
Also, I had a small gelato at the station. (I had to wait 25 minutes for my train.)
So. There you are. I know you've been waiting.
It was extraordinary. From boots and experiencing a wonderful new store to meeting three terrific women.
Comments
So deeply envious.
So so wishing for a benefactor to fly me to Tuvalu NOW.
it sounded pretty fabulous.
And you are so cute! I love your sandals. I love that you got to browse, try on AND purchase in that amazing store. Love it.
jbhat
Okay, I wish I was with YOU, and Kim and Paola...and Eleanor and Eurolush and B. Wow, what a gathering that would be...
I hope I get to see you again before too much more time passes. I'm itching for another trip to Tuvalu's big city.
WV is "unmeti" I always get such ironic word verifications!
I luff your boots!
Happy for all of you to have had such a fabulous time together.
ErinH
I'm confused. TWO Eleanors?
I thought Commentbox Eleanor was back in town. This is a different Eleanor?
Maybe your LURKER will start commenting now.
I bet EL is as hysterical in person--probably more so.
bb--meeting up with you and Eleanor was the highlight of my summer. It couldn't have been a more hilarious, side-splitting, magical evening. Not possible.
You are divine.
PS--wv: fabology: the study of fabulous things. (example: bb).
Thank you for cropping out my triple chins.
Thank you for not outing me, except for that one crazy, googly eye shot.
Thank you for making me snort with laughter. I have not laughed that hard in a long time. We were quite a quartet, no? Especially post-WGNF (wine glass number four).
BTW:
I have 12 toes.
My hair is really a large wiglet. I steal mail from my neighbors mailboxes.
I am married to a professional boxer.
He's also a conjoined twin.
It was fun meeting you, and seeing what a cute, tiny, saucy, potty-mouthed little bird you are.
Even getting lost and sucking in those fresh asphalt fumes was fun.
Lurkers of the world, unite!
B.
Glad you guys had fun.
He's a motivational speaker, the pastor of Wretched Souls Ministry, LLC, (located in El Paso, TX)--as well as the main feature of several episodes of "Hoarders."
We all live in a mobile home together.
It's complicated.
Wait! What? 400 antique Singers? 400!!! I have two. Must have more.