Stories Collected While Living in France
They stared into the future
their hair turned white
she lost her footing
he didn’t take her hand
she took hold of herself
"Why did you wear red pants?"
"Why didn’t you wear any jewels?"
They had it out for one another
"Your pants don’t match the scenery"
He didn’t comment
They stood still
for ages
their shadows told the time
What do you think happened next?
*1900s piece of hand painted French wallpaper.
They kissed.
Well, being as it is in France, and being as it is bedroom wallpaper, and being as his pants were the wrong colour anyway, and being as she was already partly undressed as she was without her jewels….I have no idea what happened next.
Thank you made my day. That’s a funny story- red pants not matching the scenery….
well- after soul searching all week – I am sure she found her inner strength and told him to go take a flying leap for not helping her as she stumbled and told him that he would be sleeping in the spare bed for the next week.
He, of course, being a man, didn’t at all understand what she was upset about and put it down to her menopause.
Your words are magic to me……thank you for the smiles and sweetness of your posts.
Your journal is divine!
blessings!
What a delightful woman! Wish I could meet her 😉
You have me laughing right now. Very very funny….
Now we need to see wallpaper of two lovers who look past the flaws and can only see each other 🙂
I think they pouted for awhile and then kissed and made up ! but… Ms Robins
ending is sooooo funny…..
made me laugh out loud !
the humor of the Corey I know and love, you were in my dreams last night and sure enough in the morning you’re here making me laugh like you have for years.
they thought to themselves… to hell with protocol, stripped off thier clothes and went for a swim in the sea!
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Beautiful! Isn’t it amazing that they would “paint” wallpaper. Such a different time, so romantic…even if his pants don’t match. 🙂
a.
I think that they probably had a humerous argument through clenched lips . . . they are trying to stay still after all! Then, she threw her hands up, grabbed the sides of her dress to avoid stepping on it, turned to go, but hesitated . . . turning back, telling him to sleep with the dog! Sort of an early 20th Century “Scenes from a Mall.”
Oh such a delight to find the humor in history…
he knew he could never make her happy ,she was as always,happy to have the last word. life is but a journey!!! thanks corey i love the softness of your pictures!!!!robin
i suspect she thought for a moment about why she married him…. and remembered ” oh yes, i love him because he dares to wear the red pants, and, in spite of the fact that he is so cheap he doesn’t buy me jewels”…
when i get back to france, and i will, i have decided you will be my tour guide. i hope you are free…
-s
“They stared into the future; their hair turned white.”
That is a hoot! I think Charlotte from “Making Fiends” wandered by and said, “Tee hee. Get a puppy!” And the rest is histor-wheee!*
*For clarification, ask Julie.
Franca
My mind is still stuck on the hand painted wallpaper. I just imagine all of the work that went into it. Imagining how they worked to paint it which I’m sure in my mind is so different than what actually happened. But even so, it probably was a couple that actually existed.
They decided life was much too short for such senseless bickerings and chose to love and accept each other for who they were–red pants,absent jewels and all….
i think they both realized this discord is their dance…and they kept right on waltzing…
“Why did you wear red pants?” You are just too funny… I’m laughing hysterically at that…
.. then they saw it glowing just across the room. It was what they had walked so far in search of… Kouign Amann, glistening with butter in the sun.
Handpainted antique french wallpaper–Lovely, simply lovely. Corey, you really do bring a bit of beauty and wonder into all of our lives everyday, thanks!!!
ah…he was an frustrated writer who’d never yet been published, so couldn’t afford to buy her jewels. and as for the unforgivable pants, can you blame him for wanting something of his to finally be red?
Thank you, Corey, for the lovely distraction from another rainy day.
I LOVE THE RED PANTS!!!!!!
..they curtsied and waltzed into the sunset.
“she kicked mud onto his tights and spit on his cravate” How dare he not take her hand!
This is hilarious. Thank you for your wonderful sense of humor 🙂
miss corey….adore your stories. 🙂
..like all old married couples they just kept the nasty comments flowing from their lips however they both held on tightly to these words kept secret by both … this love we share only gets stronger with each step we take together…..Thank you Corey for making me laugh each day…
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