Let’s

The Beach
~medium- pastel
Artist: Magdalene

go

Smelling of campfires and salt air

Where the beaches are littered

With empty bottles of Casa Sauvignon Blanc

Let us recite from worn books

On a bench of driftwood

Follow children to the sea

Dip our toes into water

Speak wild songs

Say anything or nothing

Blink at the sun

Feed seagulls

Toss stones

Fall into silence

Lean into doorways

Wander curio shops

They won’t last forever

 

Come on, let’s go

Leave your necktie on the floor

Miss all of our appointments

Please

Time is passing; the end is near

Fires and floods

Disasters- waiting to swallow us whole

Or are we empty?

Who will miss us?

When all that is left is an image on a photograph, a blurry negative

Hurry up

Before we disappear

 

 

The Club

What a damn, good night of gentlemen, whiskey shooters, and women wrapped in mink, it was. The boys dressed to the nines and the ladies, bespoke in jewels, were there to shine. The flowery scent of Chanel No.5 still lingered on his shirt. His mother had once denounced it as the “perfume of show girls.” He knew exactly how she’d feel about the scene. “Cards, liquor, debauchery,” she’d chirp.

 

Simple Style

Cinderella coveted

~ serve yourself

a tub tray. Therefore, she fashioned one.

You can do it, too.

Measure the width of your bath tub.

Salvage. She found a plank of discarded fencing, aged is better. Cut to desired length. Grab a belt sander (her favourite accessory) and sand off the slivers and lichen.

Apply one or two coats of White chalk paint ( Annie Sloan https://www.anniesloan.com).

Stencil a royal touch (she will find her crown).

Sand again.

Wax. (Annie Sloan Clear Chalkpaint Wax.)

~ fit for a Queen

 

my darling, may you live happily ever after”