We moved… We made it…
It’s our London home away from home…
The paintings aren’t hung… but there are books about…
Flowers in the vase… and scented candles burning…
Many boxes remain unpacked…
Shoes are on the floor… vintage hats are on the desk… (thank you lovely, Jeanne)
The clocks aren’t ticking… the mirrors are standing by…
The bike is at the ready and the coffee is on…
And the best of all…London is shining…
It’s the weekend… the rest can wait…
Home is where the… Manolo Blahniks… Bruce Weber… Goya… and the Cire Trudon… live… she says with a wink… xv
