Great NEWS! Ms. Crane The Muse reports to be in good condition after violent attack on Paris streets leaves her slightly wounded. (The full story from the Muse’s perspective, may grace this site’s electronic elegance, soon…) Keep returning to this site to gather more information on the exact location of the ever elusive, Ms. Crane… we still have NO FIRM commitment on her part to write her experiences and observations down, sharing with the world her unique perspective on being beautiful in a world that is not always kind to the the young and lovely… so that we too may come to know what it is like to be a young MUSE ABROAD. Follow Frau NOW if you want in on this WOW we are really brewing a hot pot of Spring Fling for you to sip… so… sip this…
Frau Kolb invested an hour of company time on a long and nurturing call to the young Adventuress upon her independently funded journey to the traditional zones of ancient appeal… France; the country of SEX, Wine, and sultry dinners made with hearty ingredients; cafes and ancient book stores, parfum and LOVE: Ms. Crane is confirmed to be enjoying the firm embrace of various time zones, having for a moment alighted upon the fair city of Manhattan and its increasingly popular outer burros, apparently the young Muse, really liked Park Slope in Brooklyn New York. Zoom! Zoom! Buzz! Buzz! My how that tiger pattern Butterfly delights the eye!
Behold Talkinggrid, readers the Muse is buzzing around the OLD WORLD. She did not linger in Dublin. Ms. Crane is rumored to have returned to the continent or perhaps she is in London, England or Paris, France… know that Ms. Crane knows how to take care of Ms. Crane and that she does not require, as Frau Kolb, would to have an armed escort, entourage, and baby sisters; housekeeping at the ready to mop up… Anyway it is rumored that Ms. Crane may return to Dublin, Ireland for YOGA lessons and TEA with someone mysterious, yet highly recommended Irish YOGA GURU by Frau Kolb.
(Yet Frau Kolb would like to clarify that getting wasted is not Ms. Crane’s ultimate hobby, rather Frau Kolb’s in her own European fantasy vacation… would be guzzling wine and imbibing freely… with gusto in Italy, panache in France, plush aplomb in London, and faultless grace in GERMANY Frau Kolb is the ever ready and ultimate party person international… she insists that in Europe her capacity to suck up pints and other leisure beverages is second to well… actually, second to a whole population of drinkers… Hah! Yet, being a “good sport,” is a “priority,” thus Frau vows to keep up her quote of cocktails and cordials, bubblies and stouts, and cramming on comparisons between “Jammy,” red wine and “fruit forward,” ones. Yes… booze, beverages… ARE SACRED.)
Cheers! Bottoms UP!
I slipped onto a barstool. A chilled grapefruit martini before me. I intended to sketch, in my red journal, which I brought along with me; carrying it and other comforts which I failed to use; a swimsuit, an enormous beach towel… Yet, the man sitting next to me insisted on talking to me.
He claimed to be, “Good at conversation,” and “able to talk about anything…” Of course, I couldn’t fail to listen a little when he went ahead and bought me a drink, after introducing me to his BLOND wife, a woman with every possible enhancement; hair dyed, lashes fake, and yet her eyes a luminous all-knowing blue… like fallen sky in a fishbowl… beautiful. I was intrigued by her… Yet, she was engrossed in a conversation with a icey-eyed pudgy man in a very clean yet faded out-of-style and old fashioned shirt that spared no more than one glance in my direction.
Somehow…