Did I Mention?




Did I mention that I love fancy little things




birds' eggs




Lucy (especially the chocolate episode)



and libraries (where I'm headed now) ?


Comments

M.L. @ The House of Whimsy said…
Love of little things??? You must be a girl. Ha!
Funny, I just watched the Chocolate episode over the weekend. : )
Take care,
M.L.
August 22, 2011 at 11:55 AM
~Lavender Dreamer~ said…
I love all of the fancy things, too! And I went to the library this morning! I've had your blog open on my computer for a few days! I love every post you've written lately! I'm going back to look at them all again! ♥
August 22, 2011 at 2:18 PM
Miss Robyn said…
oh that chocolate episode!!!! so funny.
August 22, 2011 at 3:00 PM
Gayle said…
Ohhhh, your fancies are pretty cool!!
August 22, 2011 at 3:25 PM
Hilary said…
Oh the chocolate episode.. rivaled only by the wine making episode. I love those eggs. They look like quail's eggs... or perhaps sparrows, depending on the size. Any idea?

Oh and thanks for your visit to my blog via Ellen, today. Much appreciated. :)
August 22, 2011 at 3:32 PM
rebecca said…
love all of the above!
August 22, 2011 at 10:03 PM
Anonymous said…
love libraries. the smell, the atmosphere, the quietude ... and oh yeah, the books are good too :)
August 23, 2011 at 8:16 AM
gma said…
Such joyful things. I love libraries too!!probber
August 27, 2011 at 7:02 PM
gma said…
Oops probber was my word verification word. How did it end up in my comment?
August 27, 2011 at 7:04 PM
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