There they were, perfect pears from Whole Foods. A name I don't remember, red pears I've never before seen. Three came home with me before Christmas but I waited on the perfect vignette to photograph them.
RH ate two. He said they were delicious.
"Don't eat the third one," I said. "I want to get a picture of it."
A few days went by and I finally photographed it, without a pretty vignette.
Then I sliced it open.
Things left too late. The story of my life.
Here's another one.
I snapped up this beautiful book by Rebecca West at the Goodwill called 1900. It was fabulous, all about the year 1900.
Beautiful pictures all through the book. I took dozens of pictures of the pages for a blog post.
I got on a Rebecca West obsession and ordered more. For a Rebecca West blog post.
They were wonderful! I ordered more.
My stomach became a little queasy reading one of them. I tried to excuse it because it was just a product of it's time. One can't hold the books of an earlier time to political correctness but the racial stereotypes and antisemitism bothered me.
I could still make this into a blog post, couldn't I?
But Rebecca West paled on me. I decided to postpone her until after the holidays.
Now I just don't want to write that intended blogpost.
I've been cleaning out my bookcases of books I don't truly love or need.
And Rebecca West just does not make the cut. She's going in the Goodwill bag.
I'm not sure if I left her too late or if she just left a bad taste in my mind.
Whatever.
