better late than never Thursday Thoughts #50

from Explosive Eighteen, a Stephanie Plum novel by Janet Evanovich

"My family solves problems with silence and meatloaf. Our philosophy is if you don't talk about a problem it might go away. And if it doesn't go away, there's always meatloaf, mac and cheese, roast chicken, pineapple upside down cake, pasta, potatoes, or baloney on white bread to take your mind off unpleasant things."

(Hmmm, sounds a lot like my family)

Moving on...
I should have written this last night, and scheduled it, but somehow the fact is was Wednesday slipped my mind. 
I could put it down to spending rather a lot of time in the dentist's chair getting a tooth drilled out and rebuilt.
I could also put it down to not reading anything worthwhile in the papers, certainly nothing I'd spend time thinking about.
Or I just plain forgot. 

I've been doing a lot of daydreaming lately, imagining my garden growing and glowing with multi-coloured succulents. Of course for that to happen, I'd first have to plant them and right now they're all on my front porch; the original plants I bought and the pots with leaf and stem pieces I planted, hoping they'll grow.
 
They seem to have survived last night's low temperature, we got down to 3C and the morning air was quite frosty, although there wasn't any frost on the ground. I meant to throw a sheet over the pots before going to bed, but I forgot that too. 

I've also been daydreaming over a house plan I found in the real estate pages last year. I'd clipped it out and stuck it in my 'dream folder' and came across it the other day. I sat staring at it thinking how perfect it seemed to me, it's such a simple plan, then I started planning furniture for the rooms......oh boy! 
Talk about getting carried away. Hours passed as I searched old magazines for pictures of sofas, dining tables, bedroom suites. 
I haven't done this in quite a while, having promised myself I'd give up foolish dreams of things I simply cannot afford, but you know what? That was the happiest afternoon I've had in ages. 

Now I'm telling myself why should I give up dreaming? Why not keep house plans and pictures of furniture that might suit those particular rooms. it passes the time and certainly makes me feel happy seeing a house "come together", even if it isn't real. Or mine. 

This morning I was at the library looking for magazines on French Style furniture and decor. There weren't any, so I asked the desk assistant if she could find any at other libraries and she found quite a few that sounded like they might have interesting pictures and ideas. 

I've already seen plenty of Australian and English ideas, those magazines are available at newsagents and supermarkets as well as libraries, but there's not much on French homes, and this particular house plan says "France" to me.
What's the secret here? Do the French want to keep their fabulous lifestyles all to themselves? 
I'm looking forward now to the magazines arriving at my library :)