29.11.10

28.11.10

whew


i cannot tell a lie; i still haven't
caught my breath since the tangy
cranberry sauce set to boil (it's
always the first thing we make
on thanksgiving). a small whirl
wind here, and just picking up
a few pieces. in the meantime
(speaking of pieces) i need to
share a blog i have been loving
since seeing somewhile ago a note
mr. basemen left at mag. yhbhs.

enjoy, please. i certainly do.
















26.11.10

trilling












today i will not shop, but will listen to carols.
(which i could do all year long, given the right
ones.) sweet ribbons & boxes above: bell'occhio.













{among our first highly recommended gifts}




photos: bell'occhio




24.11.10

utterly enchanting
















photos: bell'occhio

over the river and through the woods







over the river and through the woods
to grandmother's house we go/the horse
knows the way to carry the sleigh/through
the white and drifty [that's how we sang it]
snow/over the river and through the woods
oh how the wind does blow/it stings the toes
and bites the nose/as over the ground we go











may your holiday
be full of blessings
and your heart
full of joy















one of our first highly recommended gifts


imperfect postcards from mary randolph carter





it's been busy here,
dear reader. but stay
stay tuned! as soon as
the stuffing's stuffed & the
turkey is basted, there's
something fun in store:
imperfect postcards from
the inimitable m. r. c.,
author of the treasured
(which is sitting on the
desk beside me as we
speak). worth waiting for.
talk to you soon. happy thanksgiving!






photo: mary randolph carter


p. s. carter will be at oblong books friday 11.27
















21.11.10

15.11.10

reverie







honestly, if min could just come wave a magic
wand in my house and take care of all the things
that needed to be taken care of (wallpaper? fresh
fabrics on the well-loved chairs? assorted odds &
ends?), i'd be quite happy to just go read to young
ones all day. the traveling story-lady, or some such
thing; we could make dioramas. and books. and...


a girl can dream, right?



gorgeous rooms, papers, fabrics: min hogg

















(and i am realizing that even without most
excellent min & her way with a home, this
reading and book-making is what i will do,
anyway. time to take a dream and make it
real? the chairs, in their old fabric, smile.)



how much i would have
wanted this victorian
doll bed, back in the day?
a. lot. a. lotalot.
(it's close to perfect, isn't it?)
so tempting.























image: nick haus



one hundred and four candles





wishing
a happy 104.

(all that light. such splendor.)
















11.11.10

HaringKids
























suggested





































the important thing in life



you know (well, maybe you don't), i save some of the comments that are sent in. not as many as i should, perhaps. (i'm not much good at comments, myself; i get somewhat tongue-tied, usually.) but when someone sends a marvelous one, i'll try to save it or something. and don't ever reprint them, as in: have them stacked on the side of the blog. (but i've been tempted to, if only to remind myself of the good things.) anyway, this morning there was a comment in my mailbox that made such a difference. here, i'll reprint part of it for you. below. first, though, let me go back to something i used to say often, in the early days on the blog. please, when you are out and about today, say something nice to someone. do something nice for someone. be there. you never know what a difference it can make in another person's life. just smile at them, perhaps? truly smile. it can mean a great deal.

having someone believe in what you are doing, or just believe in the notion that you deserve a smile and a true wish for a good day: these are such simple things. and they can go so much farther than we understand. here is the smile that came in the mail this morning:



"The important thing in life," (or art)
"is not the triumph but the struggle,
the essential thing is not to have conquered but
to have fought well," Pierre de Coubertin...













[v.l., thank you so much for the whole comment. it was a sure beacon of light, and i will be forever grateful that you sent it. it reminds me of why i keep the blog going; how would we ever know if the words and pictures were not out there crossing continents and oceans with not even the skip of a heartbeat? changing, in some small and sure and marvelous way, lives.]