Saturday, July 25, 2015
Remember this? Well, it has been occurring to me in the last few days that I did not buy this flask myself (for it is a flask) but that, as with so many of the most beautiful things I own, it was given to me by my Darling Lis.
And I confirmed that on the phone this morning.
What a dolt I am!
With no memory.
She was very graceful about my faux pas because she is the most graceful of women.
But dammit, I NEED TO SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT!
And so I have.
Thank you, my darling girl!
And no, I have not been able to trace its origins and I have spent way too much time trying. I have found similar old flasks but none of them of remotely the same in manufacture or decoration.
Only that one in the house in Cuba where Ernest Hemingway lived.
I do love a good mystery.
Which leads me to this- no. I have not found my simmer mats.
If I ever do, I shall name them Hell and Damn.
All right. That's all. I need to get back to picking up and dragging fallen branches from last night's storm. There are a goodly plenty.