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this weekend

If this weekend was an 19th century letter, I'd be crossing it (which is an elaborate and obscure way of saying I plan to fit in as much as possible).

old masters, newly acquired
searching for unicorns
museum hours
a religious experience
hamburgers, and hopefully tennis on the TV set
one last button
Big Star's Third, played in Central Park

Happy weekend.

Pictured: Victorian stone lockets from The Deeps.

this weekend

My dear friend Kate is visiting and I can't wait.

movies in the park
mini bagels
treasure hunting
late night talks

Happy weekend.

Pictured: vintage scrimshaw pendants from SquidWhaleDesigns.

plants

I love, love, love Sian Keegan's plants.

I've been working behind the scenes for the Etsy Blog for the past few months. It's been fun finding all kinds of new-to-me things.

it's a fish eat fish world

Custom Vans on Etsy.

BloodMilk: bear tooth engagement ring.

chalet

Vintage German paper and grass candy box.

holiday shop

Etsy shop open, from today through December 18th. Enjoy!

star calendars

I hope these get added to her Etsy shop.

What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.

V. Woolf

Don't be amazed if you see my eyes always wandering. In fact, this is my way of reading, and it is only in this way that reading proves fruitful for me. If a book truly interests me, I cannot follow it for more than a few lines before my mind, having seized on a thought that the text suggests to it, or a feeling, or a question, or an image, goes off on a tangent and springs from thought to thought, from image to image, in an itinerary of reasonings and fantasies that I feel the need to pursue to the end, moving away from the book until I have lost sight of it. The stimulus of reading is indispensable to me, and of meaty reading, even if, of every book, I manage to read no more than a few pages. But those few pages already enclose for me whole universes, which I can never exhaust.

Italo Calvino

Why didn't she try collecting something? It didn't matter what. She would find it gave an interest to life, and there was no end to the little curiosities one could easily pick up.

Henry James

this weekend

this weekend

plants

it's a fish eat fish world

chalet

a doll

holiday shop

star calendars

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