Thursday, March 27, 2008

Pink is My New Black

Here are two things that have made my heart palpitate this month:

Scrumptious pink fountain pen at FoxTale Book Shoppe in Downtown Woodstock, GA.

And this:

BEHOLD! The Paul Frank Skurvy Bike. Of course, this one also requires the accoutrements of a stone cottage (with arched windows and adjoining, overflowing window boxes, and a turret thrown in somewhere that will be a little library linked to the rest of the rest of the house by an impossibly endearing spiral staircase) in a small French village (but not too small to allow for a weekly open-air market for fresh produce, a bakery for hot baguettes, and flower shop for wrapped-with-ribbon bouquets to fill its little basket.) Did you ever think that a little pink bike could sound so laden with lovelies?

2 Things not left unsaid:

Jacqui G said...

Aren't those pens delicious? I can feel my inner Bronte rising ....
As for the bicycle - I'll get one too and we can sally about Cherokee county, diaphonous scarves trailing in the wind, and pretend it's Provence **sigh**
See you there,

Keetha said...

Oh my gosh. I need that bike. And the cottage you so aptly described.