Great intersection of memoir and dream interpretation held together by an almost mystical imponderable, the indelible glamour of the pre-1970s Rolls/Bentleys.
This is it, the good stuff, right here. The Car, Parts I and II, mark this blog's elevation from exquisite musings on fragrances and sundry topics to personal insights into an infinitely compelling and accomplished life. Must not have been easy to recount this history, but, more please. xx
Thank you for this. Kind a felt like I was looking at this scene through a car window with the edges covered in frost and the middle a bit streaky with rivlets of water.
Thank you very much, it's beautiful. I could tell it was coming from the guts after reading the first few lines. Now I will meditate on this for a while.
I have had a version of this dream many times. Not about a car but about an animal I was supposed to care for but forgot about for years. Sometimes it’s a dog, sometimes a cat; once it was a miniature cow.
Now after reading this I’m terrified I’ll wake up one day and realize it’s true.
Beautiful! This brought back memories of time I didn't even know because I have a stash of photos from the 60's, of my mother's glamorous sister posing in some very impressive cars. She didn't drive but she was dating a man who chauffeured for the Royal family!
As much as I enjoy your writing on perfume, I get a thrill whenever I see an essay on a different topic from you. My favourite book of yours is the Folio columns. More of this, please!
The ways of the heart are often unfathomable, even to the bearers of those hearts. Thanks for sharing this story of your childhood. It does seem glamorous and also very sad.
You write beautifully
Thank you.
Great intersection of memoir and dream interpretation held together by an almost mystical imponderable, the indelible glamour of the pre-1970s Rolls/Bentleys.
This is it, the good stuff, right here. The Car, Parts I and II, mark this blog's elevation from exquisite musings on fragrances and sundry topics to personal insights into an infinitely compelling and accomplished life. Must not have been easy to recount this history, but, more please. xx
Thank you. You’re right, it wasn’t easy. It’s funny how you learn things as you write them.
Thank you for this. Kind a felt like I was looking at this scene through a car window with the edges covered in frost and the middle a bit streaky with rivlets of water.
Thank you very much, it's beautiful. I could tell it was coming from the guts after reading the first few lines. Now I will meditate on this for a while.
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By the way, I suggest you review Les Indemodables. You won't waste your time. :)
I have had a version of this dream many times. Not about a car but about an animal I was supposed to care for but forgot about for years. Sometimes it’s a dog, sometimes a cat; once it was a miniature cow.
Now after reading this I’m terrified I’ll wake up one day and realize it’s true.
Knew it would come that's why I continued to read; welcomed the gut punch in the end. Superb.
I love this! More, more please!
Beautiful! This brought back memories of time I didn't even know because I have a stash of photos from the 60's, of my mother's glamorous sister posing in some very impressive cars. She didn't drive but she was dating a man who chauffeured for the Royal family!
As much as I enjoy your writing on perfume, I get a thrill whenever I see an essay on a different topic from you. My favourite book of yours is the Folio columns. More of this, please!
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The ways of the heart are often unfathomable, even to the bearers of those hearts. Thanks for sharing this story of your childhood. It does seem glamorous and also very sad.
Beauty needs no justifications, and has no excuses.
The f word is usually not appropriate but here it conveys what their problems did to you as a child.