Dear 17 Followers:

I find myself visiting the circus and the zoo less and less.
But don't lose touch completely.
See me here and here.
xo

A perfectly casual sunset wedding with a crew close to home.
A belated Congratulations to Jon and Rebecca.
xo

A Sunday Wedding

Kelsey, a delight all her own married her perfect match, Erik, last Sunday at the Bethesda Boys School Chapel.
During the preparation process the bridesmaids floated around frivolously with The Paris Market as our backdrop.

On A Continuing Note.....

Portrait from a beloved friend, scroll down.
And then scroll back up and check out this:
MEATLOAF MONDAYS

Taylor Williams: Illustrator and Birthday Girl

I am lucky to have so many talented friends with wonderful personalities, and one of my favorites was born on this date, 23 years ago.
She has the best looking nose, great smile, and her hair has the most splendid way of curling itself. She's so pretty. And the best dancer I have had the privilege to dance with.


Aside from her good looks and charming personality, she's created a quirky style of illustration. Whenever I browse through her drawings I can't help but smile. They are unique and specific to who she is.

For more of her sensible illustrations check out her website, she did herself:
www.taylorwilliamsillustration.com
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TAY TAY!

What a rainy afternoon while watching BBC versions of Jane Austen films, can inspire. I suppose I am not trapped inside, but I don't have an umbrella and the rain is coming down in buckets. Even more of a caution, the lightening and thunder are beaming and booming.
There has been an update:

An Upwards Posture

I've been spending my days looking up, and it's such a pleasant view...
If one has forgotten.

After the Sun Sets.... a continuation

The Magic Flute reminds me of my childhood living in southern California. Listening to opera always made me wish for gray skies and thunderstorms.

When the sun has set, and I need entertainment: A look at some Wonderful Collection

One day this past winter, my friend Haylie sent me this exceptionally wonderful video that was sent to her from Ginny. Both of these lovely ladies have quite the collection of things themselves. So it makes sense that I would discover this video through Haylie, who discovered it through Ginny.
Whoever reads this blog, if the sun has set and you need some entertainment on your side of the ocean watch Grandma's Bottle Village: The Art of Tressa Prisbrey
So good.

In France, Parisians go on Vacation

School is out.
The French children are free.
And all the Parisians go elsewhere. I have been told to expect hearing less French and more of other languages.
This past week my planner lacked appointments and things to do. For next week it's completely bare with an exception to my doodles that have bled through.
I really though should find a way to get a tan.
I'm pretty pale.

Trying to Keep Up

Sometimes I feel so behind with my fashion endeavors, especially with a lack of a sewing machine.
But I am getting by.
For more, click.

Kelsey Garrity(-Riley) and illustrating in Itailian

It charms me every time.
Whenever I see the work of my dear friend Kelsey I want to discover the door that will open into the setting of her illustrations. I want to associate with the animals that wear nothing else what I would wear myself. I want to meet each and everyone of the characters she creates. Oh to sit and have peppermint tea and eat rose biscuits with them, and listen to how they came about. This is a wish that keeps resurfacing each and every time I look at Kelsey's work.





For more of her charming, delicate, curious, imaginative, and sensibly color-schemed work, click here.
And just as inventive, and equally intriguing, her wonderful fiance: Erik Riley

Through my Front Door

I like it here.
I like my friends.
I like the language.
I like my job.
I like my room.
I like this city.

My Welcomed Home, and Starting Somewhere

Georgia has me until May.
My mind still has a steady flow of inspiration from Paris. Even though it would be nice to still be there as the layers of clothing get thinner and thinner, and the temperature gets higher and higher, convincing all of the flowers in their lovely little flower boxes to come out and show their pretty, little selves. I have been having sudden cravings for flowers; fresh and dried, liberty and chintz. I came home to my parents' house, with a fresh made bed of floral linens, which furthermore enticed my fancy for flowers.
I will be posting more on Hemingway, as I continue to save money in Savannah and create.
For now, all I have to offer is an image of my cat amongst my musings from Tim Walker.

Welcoming March

If one needs something to glance through for the month of March.....
click> www.developingseams.blogspot.com

New Website

Sam does good work...

After a worthwhile wait, my website is officially up.

click here.

A Past-Due Post

Perhaps I shouldn't neglect this blog completely. I like to think that a passerby, or two, or maybe even three, stops by A Day at the Circus, A Night at the Zoo every now and again.
I hope.
Here's to, once more...
catching up.
And for more regular, dependent postings visit me here.

A Window with a View

The process of settling in....

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Bonne Annee: Starting the New Year Royally

See and Read more ICI/HERE!

Crowned King for the Year just for eating a slice of sweets and finding the trinket.

Up, upon the Hill top

After Kelsey and Erik's departure, Taylor and I continued to lengthen our walking paths through this wonderful city of Paris. Our short Winter days have been full. Beginning with calm awakenings to Chopin music, snow flurries falling, and torn off pieces from fresh baguettes with homemade banana jam spread heavily across. Our days are composed of walking, walking, walking with usually a cup of chocolat chaud in between, and ending with aching legs (our fingers are crossed that aching turns into toned legs)and a camera full with photographs. It was from our climb up to the beautiful Sacre-Coeur in Montmartre that I became slightly overwhelmed with what this city has to offer, and alas, with what it also expects. Which is, fluency in French. It has been a week or so, and I would like to believe that my french is improving, yet I still have such a difficulty pronouncing "macaron". It is such a shame, because they happen to be my favorite. I hope whoever you are who reads my thoughts, I invite you to continue. Please become a follower of The Paris Market blog, and keep me company as I try and tackle the overwhelming.