“We shall see what we shall see,” said Pippi.

"One always finds something. But we've got to
hurry up and get going so that other Thing-
Finders don't pick up all the lumps of gold
around here before we get them." 

-astrid lingren

when you're a Thing-Finder, you don't have a minute to spare

a moment to congratulate david john

(who is a true delight and has one of

the most brilliant blogs around) for his

very cool news. pure joy to see this

blog meet blog story; it sends a sweet

shot of happiness through the interwebs.

Substitution

About a week ago, I wrote -- offhandedly, actually -- something in response to a question. The question was asked by someone whom I respect, someone with an excellent work ethic and an eye that will take him far.

My response surprised me.

I don't usually admit it to myself anymore.

It was something that, years ago, I was quite certain of. But I lost the gist...somewhere, in the mill that life becomes, I lost the simple meaning of what I wanted. To pursue design as a sort of career (something, for me, that would fit well in the small crevices of personal time that were part of the geography of being a mother of four) seemed a more-than-acceptable substitute.

But a substitute is always that. A substitute.

"What kind of work do you do?"

The answer to his question is the one that I can't get out of my mind.

(P. S. I have loved design, and always will. Like Pippi, I am a thing-finder.)

"I am a Thing-Finder, and

when you're a Thing-Finder,

you don't have a minute to spare."