Romance in the age of technology

It is indeed possible.

I am enjoying my peach latte while browsing Victoria magazine's web site. I feel so spoiled having this magazine back into publication. When I renewed my subscription today I also bought a subscription to Tea Time magazine.

In addition I am downloading beautiful antique plates to print and have just purchased Enchanted April to re-read on my EReader. I have been thinking of it and missing it lately. Perhaps it will take me back to those summer days before life became so complicated, when I was fifteen and looking out over Elkins Lake as I read this book by the pool.

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yuis said…

Miss Amanda! I just bought Enchanted April the dvd, as I was missing it! I should read the book as well... Your peach latte sounds wonderful and your reminisces are sweet. Miss Gladys

April 30, 2011 at 6:11 AM

Amanda said…

It was a sweet and relaxing afternoon. :) The book is wonderful. I'm so glad you like the movie too!

May 1, 2011 at 5:01 PM

Courtney, sun-bathing

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