I ordered some dried lavender wreaths from Pottery Barn last week, and when the postman brought them to my door yesterday I was practically knocked over by the scent of the boxes, fully packaged and sealed. Can you think of anything in the whole wide world more delicious smelling than lavender?
It reminds me of my other life, the pretend one where I live on a lavender farm in Avignon.
It's the same one where I mostly wear linen dresses and eat homemade buckwheat pasta in chipped porcelain bowls, and barter with my neighbor who raises goats and makes fresh cheese and tells stories of questionable believability when he's had a glass or two of wine. That my husband made. From the other half of our farm, which is, conveniently, a vineyard.
In other, non-imaginary news, I hired an assistant! This, literally, is the most exciting thing that's happened to me since...I don't know...since I got married probably. The truth is, I've been terribly overwhelmed with work lately. I have a waiting list for house portraits that's almost three hundred (!) folks long and I was starting to worry that I couldn't possibly get to everybody. And I really want to! So I met with this adorable girl who is a student at one of the local art schools, and she's going to help me this summer...ship and package orders, cut watercolor paper, edit files...I am so excited. Oh, and the best part? Her name is Ily, which is an acronym for "I Love You". Isn't that ADORABLE?
I am really hoping for a sweet summer...one filled with productive days, long and lazy evenings, and space to dream and breathe. I'm hoping that for all of us.