Cabaret du Monde...

Thank you Miss Lilla.  I am overwhelmed with the beauty of this book you have created.
Miss Lilla is Just Lilla on her blog.  I never refer to her as Just Lilla due to the amazing works of art she is always creating and sharing with all of us.  Her talents are many and very varied.  This book is dreamy!!!

The book as viewed from the back.  Don't you just have to peak inside?  I did!

There are pages and pages of French ephemera and little tags and labels and delicious papers.  Add vintage lace bits to the top and bottom of the cover and you have a divine treasure handmade by Miss Lilla herself.

This is the envelope Miss Lilla stitched around the edges to contain the beautiful French ephemera book "Cabaret du Monde".  I was very ecstatic to receive this and I am truly grateful.  Please visit Miss Lilla and her shop to see what amazing things she offers.  Miss Lilla also teaches at art venues which I have yet to be able to attend...like Art and Soul in Portland.  Her YouTube videos show how she creates many things and listening to her and the wild exotic birds that surround her home in Hawaii is a treat indeed.
Miss Lilla I am humbled by your gift of such beauty.  Thank you deeply.
Our weather turned cold and we are having soft rain falling.  The trees are denuding as the leaves drift downward awaiting raking and picking up.  Today is a lazy day for me and I am quite relishing my lack of energy to be productive.  Last evening we had a visitor.  Hearing of the impending rain Mr. C and I quickly brought in the patio furniture cushions and sunbrella.  We set them downstairs awaiting storage containment.  Later last evening in the dark we were watching our favorite program and something darted past my eyes.  "What was that" I shrieked.  Mr. C hadn't seen it as he was tending the fireplace.  We happened to be in the kitchen a short time later to eat a bite of dinner.  Oh how I screamed...just like it was Halloween!  A good sized black bat flew around the kitchen and all through the house.  We opened the french doors in both the kitchen and great room.  I gathered my full head of long hair under my sweatshirt hood and kept screaming each time he flew near me.  I finally saw him fly out the doors and ran over to shut them tight.  Mr. C closed the others as I yelled.  Not ten minutes later I was relaxed and let my hair down only to scream again as the bat flew right past me.  Up went the hair and Mr. C told me to exit the room and stop screaming.  I ran to the master bedroom and closed the double doors.  No bat with me.  Mr. C kept searching but never found him again.  I stayed behind closed doors all night.  Upon Mr. C inspecting every room this morning and declaring no bat I came out.  Why do I scream?  Out of sheer fright and the perception that my sound is my sonar and keeps them from landing on me.  I always scream when critters jump, fly, slither, or any other method of motion towards me.  We think the bat must have been in the closed sunbrella and came in with it. And my daughter had called me last week because she was afraid of four little bees in her house.  My bat trumps her bees!
Have a wonderfully creative week my friends.  Happy Halloween and BOO-tiful bliss to you...