If i were...

Just a little diversion. I Was browsing through back issues of one of my favorite blogs; Paris Parfait where i found this and just had to fill it in myself. So much fun! Now;
Do it you too!


If I were a month, I'd be May.

If I were a day, I’d be Saturday.

If I were a time of day, I’d be morning.

If I were a font, I’d be Garamond.

If I were a sea animal, I’d be a Naga in the ocean of milk.

If I were a direction, I’d be southeast.

If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a Secretaire.

If I were a liquid, I’d be in a bottle by Baccarat.

If I were a gemstone, I'd be Lapis Lazuli.

If I were a tree, I’d be an ancient oak.

If I were a tool, I’d be a pencil.

If I were a flower, I’d be a carnation.

If I were an element of weather, a gust of wind.

If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a Harpsichord.

If I were a color, I’d be coral.

if i were an emotion, I’d be agitation.

If I were a fruit, I’d be an orange.

If I were a sound, I’d be the rustle of leaves.

If I were an element, I’d be water.

If I were a car, I’d be horse-drawn.

If I were a food, I’d be an omelet with chopped chives and parsley, served with crusty sourdough bread.

If I were a place, I’d be a lush garden.

If I were material, I’d be velvet.

If i were a taste, I’d be Fenghuang Dancong-tea.

If I were a scent, I’d be shalimar.

If I were a body part, I’d be a hand.

If I were a song, I'd be "Cloudbusting" by Kate Bush.

If I were a bird, I’d be a magpie.

If I were a gift, I’d be french.

If I were a city, I’d be ancient and european.

If I were a door, I’d be locked from the inside.

If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be embroidered velvet slippers.

If I were a poem, I’d be by Thomas Gray.

The "conservatory"

Today i'm cheerful. -my little "conservatory" appears to be successful! The lemon-tree is in full bloom and tiny little embryo-lemons are showing up, oh! And the blossoms smell ever so sweet, spreading their delightful fragrance in the whole room. Then there's the little fig plant that has grown considerably though i thought i had killed it last winter. -it now carries no less than four little figs that are soon ready to be plucked. My "conservatory", you see, consists of a tiled table on wheels, placed up against my only window. It also has a fiew geraniums and a little olive-tree i bought last spring at the nightmare-palace R.O.O.M, oh, how i loathe R.O.O.M! -i mean really, i'm not ironic. However, the little olivetree bears numerous little bundles of little olives-to-be. I'm so pleased with my little conservatory, i almost feel like a respectable person.
Yesterday i was delighted to discover that one at Chaikhana can buy Mariage Frères teas by the gram so that one doesn't have to buy a new tin each time one runs out. -the tins are gorgeously pretty by the way, but costs twice as much as a paperbag of 100 grams. At last i could refill my tin of Ruschka wich had been standing tragically empty for months now. Oh, How can something be so exceedingly delicious? I cried and i laughed, and i was so happy!