Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books.

Every Monday morning is new hope.

My dream is to walk around the world. A smallish backpack, all essentials neatly in place. A camera. A notebook. A traveling paint set. A hat. Good shoes. A nice pleated (green?) skirt for the occasional seaside hotel afternoon dance.

It's almost impossible to reconcile the realities of how one feels during the day, hour by hour. But I approach things not cynically.

My workspace is defined by books, ephemera, quiet and light. I don't have a computer, telephone or a fax machine there.

if something does go wrong, here is my advice... KEEP CALM and CARRY ON.

I tell you these stories because these things happen to everyone. It's not about being starched or polished or cute or polite. It's about having ears that stick out, about breaking yet another glass. It's about seeing something for the first time and making a million mistakes and not ever getting completely discouraged.