Shoes are the new hats

There was a time when if a girl wanted a little pick-me-up, she went out and bought a new hat. The whole process was so pleasurable. Dressing to go out, going out, window shopping, looking, trying on, asking "Does this hat do anything for me?" and then finally buying the hat and wearing it the first time knowing you are being admired.

Shoes offer the same kind of experience.

I love shoes.

Redecorating tips

While she was busily typing away in the other room, I managed to get quite a lot done. Here's a tip. Green plants add a focal point and visual interest to any room. While I was positioning the plant, I was also trying to remove those oft mentioned pink sheets from the so-called love seat. I have no great love for this clumsy piece of furniture so if pressed, I'm sure I'd come up with another name.

Sound travels and she came in to find dirt everywhere.

Frankly, I don't understand how she expects to write anything at all, let alone an entire book when all she keeps saying is "Thank God for whoever invented the crate."

I don't share her affection for this individual.

Rainy Weekend

My sister was supposed to visit this weekend but it rained. She'll be here for the holiday weekend which should be quite entertaining. I hope my person cooks something special for us to celebrate. Maybe she will take the time to pick some blueberries as I liked those very much and it's so much more rewarding than the arty and significant books she attempts to write.

Blueberries may be a still life art kind of lunch but art is so vague and lunch is so real.

She called me a hellion

I was simply rearranging certain items in the living room, an area which will never be greatly improved until she ditches most of her objets and I use that word loosely. But I was trying to help.

Not to imply a revenge motive but let's just say I wasn't unpleased when she came in a saw an ear of corn stripped of its leaves and tassels.

I am a bon vivant. She has no vocabulary.

Rethinking

Today I've been rethinking my comments on the person. She has been making me quite nice meals, not like going to the 21 Club, it's not even like going to the Papaya King, but somewhere in the middle. I had chicken and broth for dinner but then she overdoes it and I had it for breakfast and lunch, too. A little variety there, girl, will do us both a world of good.

Must I explain everything to her?

On a lovely summer day

I really needed some time to myself today, I'm sure you know how that is. A girl needs a bit of privacy especially when she has been hounded from one end of the house to the other with incessant prohibitions. Don't touch this, don't touch that.

I'm trying to redecorate and that woman won't let me get to it.

I was trying to clear off the dining room table so she could have a smidgeon of room and her knitting became stuck on my tooth. I tried to shake off the tangle but don't you know what happened next. Yes, she stopped what she was doing and gave me a stern talking to as if I were a child. I didn't hurt the knitting. Whatever it is.

So I've had it with her for one day and I just wanted to recuperate under the tree for a few minutes and then she shows up with a camera. My posing days are over. All that being a trendsetter in the public eye business belongs to another life.

A word about ambience

Is there anything more offensive to the eye than two pink sheets placed over a love seat? My person felt it necessary to do this but I have no idea why. I have attempted numerous times to remove these horrid things from a piece of perfectly good though actually not very attractive furniture but she refuses. Can't she understand that a girl like I requires beauty in everything around her including what she sits on?

I am beginning to think this person is beyond training.

Have things to do. Must dash.

Boxes

I love boxes.

They remind me of every good thing. Especially the little blue ones from Tiffany's.

Taste is everything

My person is rather clever, for a person, and that's one reason why I chose her. I am so wonderful yesterday we returned to my former home and let my sister choose my person's friend. This works out well, I think, except we don't live in the same house. I'm bored. I want to redecorate and my person has other interior decorating ideas. All bad I must say. Taste is everything.

I know. I had prime rib for lunch.

I am Caprice. I am great.