death

Dreaming In Color

- robin

Last night, I woke up in the night, then went back to sleep. In that time, when I went back to sleep I had a dream. It is weighing heavy on my heart this morning. I have not even shared it with Larry.

In the dream, I had boxed up all of Libby’s (Libby was my beloved dog) things and took them to storage. Libby died April 2017. I know that it is time to do this, is something wrong with me? Why am I having so much trouble with this?

Above Photo: Libby’s things in my work room. The green toy on top was with her when she crossed.
Above Photo: Libby’s portrait was painted by Suzi Reil

I still miss her very much and suppose I will keep her things here in my studio. When the time is right, I will know it…. right?

PS: I dream in color, do you?

Love you beyond the moon.

Me

It Feels Special

- robin

I was told once that you can tell a woman’s favorite clothes designer by how she wears her everyday clothes. True?

One of my favorite designers was as tall as I am, loved cats, had a pony tail {like My Larry} and was a prolific clothes designer. He lived on rue de Universite, Paris {where our good friend Felix lives!} and started designing clothes in the late 1950’s. He often lied about his age, loved Paris and had an unusual artist wit.

M. Karl Lagerfeld Died this week at the American Hospital in Paris. He was “thought” to be 85 years old.

Photo: M. Lagerfeld and friends. One of my favorite shots.


Photo: One of my favorite dresses.

I have a wonderful Lagerfeld dress. Larry saw it and insisted I try it on. Then he insisted on buying it for me. I treasure everything about this dress. Larry picking it out for me. Trying it on, having it fitted….and then wearing it. It FEELS special. Do you know how some people make you feel wonderful? Special? That is how this dress makes me feel.

I like the “old” designers best of all. Classic lines and deep colors. Perfection.

Rest well Karl. {and thank you}

Love you.

Me.

One More Hour

- robin

My feet feel like cement as I walk around the house.

The days are odd and pretend that I am OK.

Tears come unexpectedly.

Like with any other great loss in my life,

this reality is like a dream.

I know that she is gone,

but I wish I had one more hour with her.

Love you.

Me