I hear you on the edges. They can be panic inducing for me. I can’t stand to be in the passenger’s seat overlooking a drop off.

Lovely review of Oudh Lacquer, I have my sample from Liz and it is exquisite. It is warm and comforting…..it’s the cocoa for me that does it.

~Trish

I feel like I want to read more….this needs to be a short story at the minimum

~Trish

I understand about the edges – with a barrier, no problem, but a bare edge is scary. One of my worst experiences was a “joy ride” in a helicopter with no seatbelts and no doors.

I love edges, am positively drawn to them. Must be my self-destructive, suicidal nature, but there you have it. As a kid, my poor mother was always having to send my big brother up onto the roof to get me to come down, and I continued to climb up our various and sundry houses until I was well into my twenties. I used to love to walk along the peak of pitch (or whatever it’s called) as if it was a tightrope, but mostly I’d just sit up there, and often right at the edge.

The photo Patty has chosen is almost identical to the site of the house I lived in on Martha’s Vineyard, which was perched on the rim of a cliff overlooking the ocean. It had glass walls all along the ocean side, and, in the living room, a window seat along one of them. I would lie on the cushions and the sensation was like being suspended out over the ocean itself. I was never happier than I was in that house.