Missing Anita

Anita and I caught up for real, in the flesh in a non-Skype kind of way in late September.

We were in the UK on a five week holiday and she caught a train. up to Manchester.

You know those friends you have where days, weeks, even years can pass between drinks yet as soon as you see each other at a party, at the hello-gates at the airport or on the concourse at Manchester Piccadilly you could swear you'd only seen each other yesterday? Well, that is what Anita and I are lucky enough to have in each other.

We had a fab time hanging out, chatting, eating, harassing the poor girls at the Bobbi Brown counter at Selfridges but best of all laughing.

I only have a handful of friends who I can spend an entire day with and laugh, cry, bare my soul then laugh again.

It is a wonderful thing.

I am blessed beyond belief to be able to call Anita a friend.  As I sit here at the other side of the planet from where she is, I can honestly say I miss her oceans.

A girl should be...

Dear Anita,


I read something today and thought of you.
"A girl should be two things, classy & fabulous" ~ Coco Chanel.
You are both those things.


Love much,
Claudine

Boots by Allens in Austin and Round Rock in Texas, US..

Bird on a Wire... Leonard Cohen

Dear Anita,

I just had the most surreal moment!

I'm standing by my dresser on my laptop quickly checking gmail, Twitter and Etsy when I opened a tab to look to see if you had blogged overnight.

As the page loaded, from my little radio behind me Leonard Cohen's voice begins to sing the following...

Like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.
Like a worm on a hook,
like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee.
If I, if I have been unkind,
I hope that you can just let it go by.
If I, if I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you.

Like a baby, stillborn,
like a beast with his horn
I have torn everyone who reached out for me.
But I swear by this song
and by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee.
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch,
he said to me, "You must not ask for so much."
And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door,
she cried to me, "Hey, why not ask for more?"

Oh like a bird on the wire,
like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free.

Leonard Cohen

 

I think my radio is talking to me.