It saddens me a little to think all those years in my 20’s and 30’s that I could have experienced the pleasure of being a woman but I did not know. Romance is something that comes together with a whole bunch of things. For the first time in my life, I feel like a woman, not a chick, not a girlfriend, not a young lady, not a gal pal, not a significant other, not a wife, not a mistress. It’s very hard to describe what it is, but it is…a responsibility, and it’s fun!
Romance is brie and baguette, football and Catholic mass. It is driving over Half Moon Bay every morning at dawn. It is having a cowboy starting to play a harmonica. And who can forget that little girl in the red lady-bug rain boots mimicking my movements in my office. What else?
Oh, it is that Fateful Night.
Romance is red shoes, and almond scent. What people may not consider romantic, I do!
Telling the valet attendant, a young man, that he shouldn’t work so hard, is romantic. “You need to find time, how about getting a girlfriend, Esteban! Get a few girfriends!” He laughed. I can’t believe I’m encouraging a young man to get a few girlfriends.
But the year is to end with romance. Corey Amaro is coming to town!!!! Corey is a woman who along with thousands of her daily readers of her blog who appreciate joie de vivre. I am so thrilled to see her again after 5 years when I last saw her in Provence. Romance has a way of not being planned. The stars have aligned. Corey is going to be in Willows, California, and it is only 2 hours away from where I am tonight. How can one not love French food, French lingerie, French attitude about dressing, French handwritten love letters and legal documents from 1700’s…
A key from the Court. A rusted, old fashioned Key.
The French kiss.
I have fallen in love w gray, off white, off gray, white, and silver.
The French know.
In honor of Corey Amaro
6 to 8 pm
211 W Sycamore Street
Willows, CA, 95988