French mustard
And a silky blue scarf from a vintage store in Paris.
It sounds like one of those food games where you have to open your refrigerator and make something out of the contents. Coffee and French mustard may very well be in my cabinets and refrigerator, but if I put the blue scarf in the refrigerator, it may be there as a flag of surrender because I'm out of red wine.
Instead, that's how my morning started when I met my friend Sheila for coffee and she brought me goodies from Paris.
Thanks, Sheila. You can visit Paris without me anytime as long as I reap the benefits!
5 comments:
What a nice friend you have!
The scarf is gorgeous!
Awwwwwwsome.
but visiting Paris with you would be so much easier. :)
I volunteer my services at any time to come along to Paris.
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