The Art of Thread Pressing

My co-worker came upstairs after finding a special little treasure in the old book cabinet downstairs in the basement. He held this worn book, and opened each page with delicate turning. Pressed in every single page is a small bundle of thread. With 107 pages, there are approximately 53 colorful teaspoon sized threads. Each of these small bundles create the simplest, most interesting little designs against the yellowing pages of french literature.
It is so special to me.





If anyone knows the real art behind thread pressing, Please, by all means, feel free to share.

Something to Look Forward to

images borrowed from The Authentic Bistros of Paris, Francois Thomazeau and Sylvain Ageorges

Not that I haven't been completely wild for Savannah, because I have. These days are spent either waiting tables at The Lady's or behind the counter at the Market, either way saving money. In the time in between, like walking to and from work, is the time I really appreciate this town. Robert Redford and crew are here, shooting for a movie. Which in itself gives me great pleasure knowing that the famed and fortuned, scouted and chose to illuminate a film with Savannah as the backdrop.

So I have fallen into routine.
Hot cocoa in the morning. It is usually rushed because I like to soak up as much sleep as I can. But I like to think that my days in Paris, I will be able to stop in to my neighborhood cafe, and take my sweet Parisian time, sipping slowly on my hot cocoa, two and a half more months to appreciate the present, and...something to look forward to.

Some of my Staples

The simplicity of single objects.
Website in the works....

October is really a nice month, composed of Libras and Scorpios. The leaves begin to change in Georgia. Conference occurs, and is wonderful every session. Martha Stewart puts out a really good magazine issue. Children start to think about what they want to be for Halloween. Paris Fashion Week. There is a special aisle in the grocery store devoted to candy; it is cheap and it comes in bulk. I have been spending these early October days treating myself to pumpkin butter on everything. On ice cream, on pancakes, on toast, bagels, etc. And it seems completely justified because it is October. I think it is a good month.

This past Friday, in celebration of the new month and this ideal weather, I bought myself a ticket to the Savannah Philharmonic's performance of Verdi Requiem. It was held at the Cathedral of St. John the baptist. The entire performance was so majestically well-done that during a few moments I felt myself melting in the pew.

And I may get in trouble for posting this, but I would do it, just an attempt to offer a hint of what I experienced Friday night...

Charles Owen Baggett, the third

Born on September 30th, 2009. My baby nephew was born.
He was 8 lbs, 2 oz, and about 19 inches long.
Congratulations Charlie and Carolyn!

...Because I know how everyone loves a good ole' picture of a newborn.
My friend Sofya made the best comment, "Well you have to consider how compact they must be to fit in that space."

Catching up with the Calender

We have been indulging in cotton candy and clown noses at The Paris Market. As the weather turns and the circus excitement fades away; the windows are now in the process of change, much like some of the autumn leaves. Since I feel behind with my blogging updates, I thought a brief look at the past few window displays would be appropriate.
(my apologies for the lacking photographs)

August-September






June-July


Kelsey painted the loveliest flower motif for the window.


April-May
Natural Curiosities to come...

Judging Books by Covers

My inspiration comes from an antique bakery-door cabinet, which resides downstairs in the basement of the Paris Market. Surrounded by majestic chandeliers from Argentina, this humble cabinet holds abundantly, old school books from Belgium. They sit stacked, all in aged, uniformed paper covers. Some are more worn from handle than others, but all stacked together, they appear to be a royal army of insightful information.
As I prepare for my big move to Paris set for the end of this year, I have put aside some of my most treasured books that may be too heavy for the move to Europe. I feel as though I am giving them a temporary parting gift, perhaps one can view it as a dress for a new occasion; a unified cover specified to it's individual character.

What a lazy summer.
When thinking back on these past few months I can't get out of my head Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong's rendition of, "Summertime"
Summertime and the livin' is easy,
Fish are jumpin', and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin',
So hush little baby, don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're goin' to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky.
Perhaps this is me; rising and singing. I have completed my senior year. I have completed my four years of college education. I have my degree. The summer was lazy. I can acknowledge that openly, but now I feel motivated to spread my wings and take to the sky.

The PICTURE of DORIAN GRAY -Oscar Wilde

"I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it."

Hello Stranger

Alas, I return.
Senior year consumed me. Head first until I was completely engulfed along with my varied gaged knitting needles and several types of yarn. All is over, and I continue to catch up with my sleep until I go to the big apple.