How do I love you? I cannot begin to count the ways. As of today-ish A Femme d'Un Certain Age has existed for three years.
It wouldn't have existed three months if you hadn't found me. Well actually, I'm exaggerating. At three months, on a good day, I had about 25 hits and, to be perfectly honest, 10 of them were probably me checking to see if anyone had visited, five were Andrea and the rest friends and family being kind.
I gave myself a year. You've given me a future. And how could I have ever imagined the friendships? There is a lot more to this story and a handful of you know how important this blog has been for me. It is never my intention to try to create mystery around myself or to be oblique in any way, but if you knew every detail of my life, you would not only be bored, but also I would be infringing on the precious privacy of those I love.
Tomorrow, when I explore "hopes and dreams" in our monthly topic with the "By Invitation Only" group you'll see I've been more than lucky in that realm. I consider this blog, you, part of the hopes and dreams I didn't even know were possible.
As a little cadeau: I would like to introduce you to a blog a friend told me about recently. Its mission is to teach us the correct pronunciation of perfume names. So much fun. I spent 20 minutes saying the names aloud and then clicking on the perfect pronunciation of Bela, the blog's creator. If you're looking for a good time, click here .
|These two are fun to pronounce, including their "houses" -- Fragonard and Roger Gallet.|
All of this is to say, thank you from the deepest part of my heart. You mean the world to me.