It was a working weekend. The joys of freelancing, as my friend Johan recently quipped. Ain't no weekends, sometimes. No boss, either. And you can drink at your desk. This gin and tonic was packed with mint. I recommend it.
I was happy to be designing a garden again - herbs, my first love - this time for print, a new magazine that will launch soon in South Africa. More about that when it happens.
And every now and then I dipped into the pages of my book, just to make sure it is real.
Eagerly awaiting dipping my own fingers in your book.
ReplyDeletePinch yourself.
xo Jane
Ow.
DeleteEven though I don't have your book, "yet" (and feeling darn petulant about it), I do know that the book is "real" simply because you and yours created it.
ReplyDeleteEarlier tonight, I hoisted a Tanqueray "Malacca" (try it) and tonic to my son on his birthday and wished him well on his 44th. As a postscript, I raised the glass again and announced, "Here's to Marie's new book!" Ever agreeable--he's my boy, after all--Brian joined that toast and then finally asked, quizzically, "Who's Marie?"
Then, I questioned the quality of his education..
Thank you! And that's a funny story. It happens to me, too - talking about someone I only 'know' through the Internet, and then having to explain myself.
DeleteThe Malacca sounds intriguing. I wonder if I will miss the juniper. We'll investigate.
congrats, congrats on the new book. you must be in flight, but i am sure estorbo will keep your head out of the clouds.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Donna.
DeleteEstorbo would like to keep my head under a pillow. He's convinced I have spectacular life insurance.
Eediot.
Ha! Jane, you took the words right out of my fingertips! Pinch yourself indeed - glorious achievement Marie : )
ReplyDeleteOw.
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Well, I don't know about glorious. A few bloody noses later, perhaps.
It is a nice feeling.