I’m titling this photo “who *doesn’t* need a stuffed weasel?” Or a candle sconce with reflective mirror, in case you’d like to pretend you are Versailles, or perhaps at Almac’s inveigling to put yourself in Fitzwilliam Darcy’s path… Or a wire hat-making rack? Or a guitar? Or a gracious gilt mirror back there on the table?… Continue reading Now I’m a bit sad I didn’t buy the stuffed weasel after all
Here’s what I’m currently staring at, and it’s just not getting any easier… And yes. Yes, I am writing in a Haribo notebook. Isn’t everyone these days?
Yes, I admit it. Every few days or so, I google my book title to see what’s out there, floating out there in internet ether. I’ve found some lovely unexpected reviews and such. And I definitely would have missed seeing my book on a Japanese website called Rakuten. How cool is this? I have a… Continue reading Right Here Waiting for sale on books.rakuten.co.jp!
I have been swamped under moving-related things, quite honestly overwhelmed by the task of categorizing and inventorying every single thing in my house before our move in a few months. How is it possible to provide a monetary replacement value on the handfelted Swedish tomten decorations I fell in love with and bought in Stockholm,… Continue reading Waxing poetic