One of my favorite features over at Andrew Sullivan’s blog is The View from Your Window. Above is the sky out my window this morning; I’m not a sunrise-photo-taker, but this one was just so pink. If anybody else would like to share the view from your window, leave a comment with a link if you feel it.
It’s a week before Christmas, y’all. How’s it going?
I thought I’d share a View from My Desk, seeing as how it’s totally piled up with all manner of treasures.
We got an invitation to a Christmas party, a big ol’ Hatch Show Print poster. Fab!
These tags came from Michaels, where the Martha Stewart aisle is a quiet little oasis of taste.
I spent a ridiculous amount of time looking at all the Martha gear. It’s lovely, every single bit of it. But the intense aesthetic buzz I got during my little meditative moment in the Martha aisle was nipped right off during the desperate hostage situation at the checkout line. We customers set down our baskets of stuff. We blinked in Morse code at each other: “H-E-L-P M-E.” We completed the craft projects we hadn’t even paid for yet. O.M.G. The gates of hell will look exactly like the checkout stations at Michaels. They’ll hand you a basket with a brazillion tiny items, each of which has to be bar-scanned, one by one.
They just need to sell that stuff by the pound. Like a giant, crafty salad bar. The pricing in that place bears no relationship to anything: sometimes it’s 70% off half of the store. Eight bucks for a bottle of glue. WhatEVer. They should have Make Up Your Own Price Day.
OK. Here’s a palate cleanser, a Wendell Berry poem for ya. This came with an invitation for a Nashville Tree Foundation fundraiser, featuring a talk by this Kentucky novelist/farmer/poet/tree hugger.
Just sayin, if you haven’t given anybody a tree for the holidays yet, this would be a great place to get one.
Here are some really biomorphic stitch markers that Francie O. made for us.
I’d link to her website, but she has put herself on polymer clay hiatus for the moment. Maybe we can persuade her to go back into bidness.
Jingle bells waiting for their jingle moment:
A holiday note from a pal I hadn’t heard from in a while. So delightful! Let’s all drop a line to somebody we haven’t talked to in a while.
Here’s my dwindling pile of catalogs. I’ve opted out of 49 catalog companies via Catalog Choice.
I’m not anti-catalog; there’s nothing like a wallow in the weird parallel universe that is Anthropologie. But doesn’t it give you a little pang to see yet another catalog in your mailbox from the Popcorn Company, when you’ve probably ordered your last batch of that stuff? Hm, wait a minute. Caramel popcorn? What was I thinking? I LOVE THAT STUFF.
I hesitate even to bring it up, but I’ve started a blanket for Clif, now that I’ve finished David’s. I hate even more to let you know that it may well involve little squares of garter stitch. But it does.
And finally, the view from my desk I enjoy the most these days is this photo of Clif heading for the beach this summer.
Peace out, everybody!