On the topic of white, I sure do love my pearls. Again, this is one of those things that one can never really have enough of, don't you think? I keep my faux pearls on Big Mama who presides over our dining room.
Big Mama reminds me of one of my favourite cafes when I lived in Paris. The cafe was in the 5th arrondissement on a tiny side street near the laboratoire where I did my graduate research. We would sometimes go there for lunch (always with a few glasses of wine, bien sur) and in the hustle and bustle of the lunchtime crowd, there would be Big Mama, the matriarch of the cafe doing whatever needed to be done to keep things running smoothly. Whenever my Mother would come to visit me in Paris I would always take her there for lunch. This woman was very tall and large, but moved around that cafe with such authority, efficiency and elegance - we just loved watching her in action. To this day, whenever my Mother brings up Big Mama we remember her fondly. Ahhhhhhh, Paris. And what could be better than thoughts of Paris in the springtime...?