imaginary outfit: sunny days

I have a mechanized prism hanging in my office window. When there is enough sun, the little motor turns, and rainbows glide across the floor, up the walls and along the ceiling. Most days, when Hugh wakes up from his first nap, he checks for the rainbows. I will hold out my hand to catch one, and he will try and try to pick it up. You can see how easy it is to believe in magical things, watching him work to figure it out: beautiful colors that only appear on certain days, that move sometimes, that can touch but are never felt.

Links and fragments: crafty, bookish, arty and otherwise:
  • From a NYT article on Heywood Hill, a London bookstore: 
  • 'Then there was the customer, a regular, whose wife had taken up marathon running in her 40s; he surprised her with a gift of 300 books on the subject of endurance. The topic had a pleasingly broad scope, comprising everything from a book about the founding of the Olympic Games in ancient Greece to a book on fell running (also known as mountain or hill running) in Cumbria.'
  • Perhaps the perfect t-shirt dress: soft organic cotton, skimming (not clinging), long but not a trip hazard, and on sale for $29. I love mine.
  • New favorite shopping in NYC: the blocks by the main branch of the NYPL for the flagship Muji (two floors! embroidery! plants!), And Other Stories and COS.