Tuesday 6 September 2011

Matching

I said, oh, look, look, it's the same colour as my book!, and the waitress looked not at the wine or at the book, but, askance, at me.

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And speaking of matching, or not matching, these photos became a contribution to the latest >Language >Place blog carnival on the theme of Individuation / Assimilation - another issue full of synchronicity and allusion, recognition and surprise. I do love this project! Submissions are open for the next edition until 20 September.

8 comments:

Dale said...

Possibly she was just hard at work refraining from kissing you? That would have been my response.

Rosie said...

ah Jean, a woman after my own heart- a rosé drinker!

Lucy said...

Some of my favourite rosés often endear themselves to me yet more by reminding me of the colour of Tizer (remember that?)

Jean said...

Lucy - yes, I used to like Tizer, though in retrospect the only thing about it that doesn't make me wince is the colour :-)

earlybird said...

How are you getting on with the book? Are you enjoying it?

Jean said...

I've almost finished the book and my enthusiasm for Lydia Davis is undiminished - she's wonderful! I know I will read most of these stories again.

Zhoen said...

Have you been spray tanning?

Jean said...

Zhoen, your comment is too cryptic for me :-)