what artists wear
My neighbor has two dogs and a cat. I really like my neighbor. She is French and a photographer and the sweetest woman I have met in L.A. period the end and if you need a good photographer, hey, look her up I have seen her book it is really good. Also, her animals have really funny names. Well, not her cat. Her cat is named Eloise. You expect a cat to be named Eloise when her owner is French. But her dogs have funny names. Her dogs are named "Hank" and "Sophie." And that just cracks me up.
We have this gated courtyard and once in a while Hank makes a run for it. This is pretty daring on Hank's part because Hank is blind. But, he knows the property pretty well and at regular intervals I will hear my neighbor calling Hank.
Today I went out to make sure Hank was okay, because I get nervous when someone is calling a dog too long.
Hank was fine. He always is. But here is the funny part --
My neighbor is there, I am there, and the apartment manager is there, all standing in the courtyard going, Whew! Hank is fine! And --
We are all wearing pajamas. Well. Our versions of pajamas. In my case a white cotton nightdress. In her case also a white cotton nightdress [wow who knew we had so much in common in sleep aparrel?]. In his case a robe.
This would only happen in an artists' community. Three people all standing in the courtyard in flowing robes and nightdresses like that is totally normal.
So I start laughing and say, Did anyone put on real clothes today?
Yes. One of us. But.
Only
to go to the store.
Love
and Kisses,
Your Only Dress For The Store Adams Girl
