A Little Fleurish: Make Love. Not War. Bring Flowers.



Sometimes, life is confusing. Sometimes it makes perfect sense. Doors close, windows open. I need to clean them, whatever. DON’T JUDGE. There are children in Paris that won’t eat their goûter because they’re terrified right now. Which is sad because chocolate and bread can solve the world’s problems if we let them. Let’s break bread together. Drink wine together. Understand that we are all the same.

Here is what we need. Sun on our shoulders. Swaying branches that bend yet don’t break. Here’s to STRENGTH. And cheese. Always cheese.

Bisous, loves. xxx

  1. Patti Loluste said...

    I’ve missed you, Madeline. I hope you’re as strong as the people of Paris are right now. I’m sure you are.

    November 19, 2015 at 3:48 pm
  2. Francine said...

    Êtes-vous de retour du Maroc ? Histoires s’il vous plaît …

    November 19, 2015 at 4:24 pm
  3. Geeta Dhawan said...

    Don’t clean windows right now. Let them remain cloudy. When time is right, let light shine in.

    November 19, 2015 at 4:49 pm
  4. Melissa Janesco said...

    The paint is peeling and it’s beautiful. Paris is going to be just fine. I’ve missed you, girl. 😉

    November 19, 2015 at 5:38 pm
  5. Rachel Silcox said...

    That light, though. So glad you’ve resurfaced. We’ve been worried. That you got lost on a boat from North Africa back to the motherland. Fill us in!

    November 19, 2015 at 8:15 pm