monday

Camera accidents. We all have them. With film, it can be particularly nerve wrecking. Sometimes your finger slips while winding and you snap the roll in half. Other times your camera jangles in your bag and takes a photograph of dark leather insides. Despite losing my lens cap somewhere in the Latin Quarter and having a permanently broken light meter, I am faithful to my old friend. It's a sturdy hunk of metal, just the right weight and feel in my hands. This past year, my camera has gone everywhere with me. I've decided (in my dreams no less) that I should make a new strap for the dear thing. Cream hemp rope should do the trick. While I'm at it, I need to find some embroidery floss (fil de broderie) for a book in the making. To BHV I go!

In other news, I may have the worst cold of my life. My bed is a sea of tissues. I think a fresh bundle of strawberries from the outdoor market and a handful of cannelés are in order for recuperation. I'm getting a bit sick of herbal tea and pots and pots of honey and hot water. Are there any home-remedies you can recommend while I watch movies in bed? I'd be ever so grateful!