Indecisive week end

Do you have days like this when you plan to do something but then comes laziness, rain, more laziness and you end up not knowing what you want to do ? Well, this was more or less how I spent last week end, in a phase of indecisiveness. At least, nature follows its course and I was so pleased to say hello to my very first lavender flower in the patio this morning. I actually wanted the type of lavender my mother grows in her garden in France but well this one is nice too. The truth is my knowledge of the different types of lavender is very poor, so of course I got mixed up with the names.

I didn't have the pleasure to see Monchéri painting the patio, like last week as we had rain which forced us to retreat inside

Saturday morning my friend Ellie invited me to join her at a private hairdresser's from London who now lives in the Lecrin valley and is brilliant with scissors and layers. I declined but then regretted it. Instead, I read a book written but the most famous Spanish hairdresser Luís Llongueras about his encounter with Salvador Dalí in the 60s and their ongoing friendship and collaboration (Dalí ordered him the famous giant wig for his Mae West room) until the painter's death. It reads pleasantly, just like a very nice and lively conversation with your favorite hairdresser.

When the sun came back on sunday at 6pm, I felt the urge to grab a broom and clean compulsively. Well it only lasted one hour. I can't see the connection between dusting and Sex and the city, but there I was, spending the next hour toying with the idea of rushing to Granada to watch Sex and the City2 (even dubbed in Spanish). The idea was far from attractive to Monchéri. Ok, I must say after reading some critics I wasn't too keen but the girlie in me wouldn't mind the fluff and the glamour.
Anyway, we were seated in the bookroom downstairs in front of my favorite painting, an abstract representation of a garden by English artist and friend Stuart Briggs. And I thought, this painting deserves to be in a nicer place. Yes but where ?

Upstairs, the colors are all mute and various shades of brown and ivory.

In the end, I nagged Monchéri to hang the painting in my workshop but it didn't work either so it went back to its original place. And we both concluded that at present time, it would stay there. Just like the hats which have nothing to do in the kitchen but I love them there!

Here's to a great beginning of the week !